Monday, April 10, 2006

a dream of fish

things i learned from my dream this morning...
you cannot throw slippers full of sand, or at least not far.
be careful who you hide under the deck with.
the game is not always what it seems.
your past will come back to haunt you.
i can't surf, but if i close my eyes sometimes i walk on water.

14 little fish:

Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

"and she's walking on water when she walks in her sleep"

2:00 PM  
Blogger jason evans swam up to say...

Haunting is the #1 job of the past. It's really good at it too. The future once tried to haunt me, but it quickly gave up. Winning the lottery and retiring to comfortable leisure just isn't so scary.

3:28 PM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

I bet though that if you dropped slippers full of sand from any great height you could do some serious damage!

10:09 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

interesting point carl...(she says with a scheming look in her eyes...)

ok mysfit, what's that from? it's irking me by hiding in one of the many black holes in my memory...

jason...i dunno about that, i think i can safely say i'm haunted by the future too.
really. i'm not just saying that.

12:51 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

stop! thief! someone took my belly!

6:22 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

ooo i'm so pretty, i'm gonna hit you so hard, your children will be born bruised

6:33 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

how dare they steal your belly!?

it's been swell, but the swelling's gone down...

now, tell me what the hell you're talking about...

2:54 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

aw not enough hints? here:

She wears her dress high
as high as she pulls her hat down low
she's seeking out the places those other people can't go
and hold her
Un-touched by the sea (Un-touched by the sea)
she’s walking on water when she walks in her sleep
she’s draggin’ me through places I didn’t wanna be seen
she’s a liar as I am a thief
because of you I care
because of you I bleed
I wanna know (I wanna know)
why the monsters have hurt you so
they don’t look like those things that we battled so long ago
And I thought I did my part when I pulled you out of there
that night you left boot marks on my wall
you are my liar
so I will be your thief
because of you I care
because of you I bleed
because of you I bleed
because of you I bleed
because of you we are home now
we are home now
we are home now

9:24 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

ohhhhh THAT belly.

i am appropriately sheepish.

but it wasn't YOUR wall i threw my boots at...in my sleep...

9:59 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

you know, it could have been, maybe should have been but that's the start of a poem isn't it? the first line

could we? start writing poems while trying to rekindle pasts we only imagined and futures we continue to bang heads into the exit ramps of bridges we crossed in the mist...

can we write poetry in messages across miles of cyber-influence and waking the dead in moments that i cannot acknowledge much less know?

don't worry, i'm only asking...

11:19 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

of course we can.

12:53 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

well we can-can but can we will?

1:49 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

we can!
it's national poetry month, after all...

6:56 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

ok you start

10:18 AM  

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