backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- haley and america so here i am, outside my mother's house, listening to america's "ventura highway", the wind caressing my skin, these lettered keys against my fingers. america was the first band my mom saw live in concert, and dan fogelberg was mine. i never can remember dan fogelberg's name though, so when people ask, i have no idea. it's 6:25 pm, and the trees sway slightly, many never lost their leaves. this is houston, humid, home. a home on earth, anyway. wow i'm bored, and i'm sure whoever is reading this is just as bored. looking at all of these kids playing in the street, i feel somewhat old, but certainly not despairing. i told robson. it hadn't hit me at that point yet though...his dog died too while he was here, only it was a two-year-old dog, not a whopping 13 like haley. his golden retriever ate something (robson never specified what) that caused holes to form in its stomach. haley was cremated. apparently dogs receive a shot and then drift off to sleep. that's all. goodnight. see you in heaven, since that's where all dogs go. when mom picked me up at the bus station, she brought sunshine. i remember singing to haley as a girl, and then getting caught and being embarassed. i found myself singing to sunshine when i took her outside today, that's what brought on the tears. i never really sung to sunshine; not in such a personal manner the way i did with haley. i guess by the time we had sunshine i had grown up too much. "You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine." ------------------------------------------------------------ "Chewing on a piece of grass -------------------------------------------------------------- i love in this instance how "ventura highway" can easily be misinterpreted as "venture a highway". the crickets chirping tonight could be my alligator lizards, and mosquito eaters are certainly in the air. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain purple rain must signify some sort of tragedy, and joe can always change his name to avoid remembering that tragedy. ------------------------------------------------------------- now that it's seven, my screen has begun to glow. hello, moon. 7:00 pm - Sunday, Mar. 12, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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