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[serene]

Neil Finn
you taste like chocolate cake inside my head
inside my ears
inside my brain that got stuck in 1991
when your woodface was the wallpaper
the background of my coming
of age
of the age of aquarius, baghdad style
and the house,
the commune,
rang with There Goes God
and Italian Plastic
as the father of the murderer set the stage
murdering the brown people
making me angry enough to try to do something
making me fierce enough to say something
making me lonely enough to want

You said I could fight the sleep but not the dream
and I believed you
and if I admit it, I still do
I still believe that asking questions
is righteous action
I still believe that standing still,
that being in the way of evil,
blocking its path,
is righteous action
I still fake it when I can't trust in human nature
I still fake it when I can't trust myself to do
righteous action
because
Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you

That's what you told me, Neil,
and I believed you
I believed that I could not escape my internal
storms
and so I kept them with me,
harnessed their wind,
raged through their wind
whistling
billboards flying in hurricane gale
world spinning in industrial panic
as the son of the murderer takes the stage once again

and now I look inside me for the weather
the storm I can make work
when I can't feel the wind of change
when I can't taste the chocolate cake



Sitting around being an old married couple (okay, provided old married couples have lots of sex) with stonebender. Our life probably looks pretty boring from the outside, but I just love it. There's such an ease, and lots of companionable just-being. There are times when being with almost anyone can take social energy out of me, and he's no exception, but for the most part, hanging out is just easy and fun. I have been mildly ill the past couple of days, so I'll probably go home soon, but being here has been so nice, and I'd rather be mildly ill in his presence than miss our weekly date. I'm sure he's grateful that I put his company above his physical wellbeing. ;-) (Nah, I don't actually think I'm contagious.)

We watched two episodes of West Wing (this week and last week), and I am so pleased with the show's getting back on track. Then we watched a bit of "The Station Agent" before getting um-distracted, which seems to be the theme of the week.

Comments

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

That poem has extra resonance for me, being a New Zealander.

[vito-excalibur.livejournal.com]

I like.