Meat Pies

8 09 2009

Don’t these things sound like the best food ever?  Meat, which is the best food ever, inside of pie, which is also the best food ever.  (superlative Tuesday)

I am hoping the new crepe place across the street opens with meat pies in its inventory.  Eggs and bacon inside of crepes are like meat, but they do not compose a meat pie.

Because, let’s face it, Starbucks is no place to read in the morning.  Suburbans clamoring for caffeine is the worst sort of clatter (or “cratter” as one kid once said) to endure.  Especially in the morning.

John Adams ain’t dead yet!

And, for those of you (Nick) too lazy to Google:

Also, fun fact:  Talespin’s Cape Suzette is a play on the name of Crepe Suzettes.

Yes, it is the best television show of my youth.

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Black Tares

5 09 2009

Those people who

See only black and white

Only see black in the white;

Never has grey looked so good,

But are you deafer than all that?

Are you as stoic as you don’t say you are?

I know the clock doesn’t wait

But I hope you can slip into neutral for me

As my shoelaces just broke, as usual.

I’ve dashed out to the car for the hundredth time

But you still don’t seem like you’re waiting

Or are you just waiting for someone else?

I suppose that’s why

I’d rather be alone.

Emaline knows herself as well as I do

But she chose to forgo what I knew she could show

In favor of succumbing to the flesh numbing savor

Of truly unadulterated bliss.

Emaline, you need to find me next year

When we are both at the same spot

But not moving so quickly.

I can revolve and resolve upon you

But it really depends on what they say

Not because they matter

But because they see more than either of us.

So I am closing the door and trying to hang on

But I’m over my head

So someone will need to carry me for once

Until we all come to rest

With the rest of them.

The lights are off again,

But no one is my everything

And the solemn silence of the dark

embraces me more wholly

Than any tear-soaked visage has ever done.

For the darkness sees what is there

And is not deceived by the sunshine,

What is, remains in the dark

But what cannot last shines most brightly at noon.

So if the moonless night has anything left to say

I am listening.

And if the acrid stars are done pandering,

I will have my peace.





Orange Sky

1 09 2009

With the world burning down around me, I essentially woke up to the (nonexistent) music video for this song: