Crackling airwaves…

Reactions are either too slow, or too late… Sometimes they are over the top… Then over the top ones miss the basket, the ultimate air ball… The point I suppose is that rarely are they on target, well it seems that way to me… Then, back then rather than now it seemed like the thing to do. Now it seems like not enough time was taken to reflect on the moment that has led to his one. Forever going to wonder about this… A singular moment when it was a moment of the present not the past not the future will be whirling in my head far into the future I will look back and think of the past it is bound to happen… It always does.

I tried to find the chemical to erase the magnetic tape loop that is forever running. You would think that the tape would expire… Damn thing never helped back in school when asked a question about something that had no relevance to a ten year old bored with the droning of a tall man… (Who was always quick to point out his self importance. His teaching methods were impotent…) He challenged my ten years of experience against his thirty something… His anger or frustration was evident. The tape loop did not have the vocabulary to tell him what the feeling was as he spoke down at me wagging his finger in my direction. I heard of him the other day, seems his own kids are just as frustrated by his behaviors as I was… No matter. Events from a long time ago rattling around they never seem to go away… All the chemicals that were tried to erase did nothing but bring the tape out in hi-fidelity.

All this is going to have a effect on deciding what is the next meal. That meal won’t be remembered in four days… But the damn anxious frustration, the pacing, that will cut a path way of the matted carpet… That will be remembered and looked at. I will have vacuumed and vacuumed… The path of my indecision will be forever on the carpet. I could move some furniture to hide it, but it might take weeks to make up my mind where to put the sofa, the chair, the end tables all with their own stains of something that happened a long time ago. Hide the circles left from glasses with a magazine that is a year old. The pacing is more now, what is it I was supposed to do, oh yeah decide on food. I’m not hungry anyway… I’m not hungry.


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The neighbor down stairs moved away… Her kids came by for a week and now she is moving away. She seemed a bit happy that her kids cared… She seemed a bit un happy that she is moving away. They spoke at the mail box and she apologized to him over and over about the noise from her place downstairs. The power tools, the thumping, the hammers the voices of men hollering out for tools and help and the thuds that shake the building hard enough to scare away the birds eating from the feeder… He was glad to speak with her one more time, and disappointed and happy for her all at the same time. He won’t forget her.

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Reactions are either too slow, or too late, sometimes they are over the top. Once in while I hit the target and decide exactly what was needed. Then again who am I to say I missed it any time before? If I am second, third, fourth guessing my self after drinking a fifth? Well I suppose that might make sense. The moments that led to this one are all behind me now. Not to worry, just got to remember to enjoy the moment and when asked to make up my mind, I can rest easy knowing that it is a works in progress. It is a works in progress, and worrying about it ain’t time well spent. Of course I spend on things that cause many others to walk away shaking there head. I don’t expect them to understand. I don’t expect them to understand…









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