Special and Hearts

"Do you love miracles?"

"You can play me for a fool my whole life and I'll never get the point. You bet, I love miracles.

"But you know, a heart of glass is a damn shame to break. And once you break it, you could possibly spend a million years making up for that, over and over again, and never quite get there... "

"Well, Bill, I have the number for a glass blower.  And fudge."

"Psychic, new friend!  You know I was a Divinity Major who minored in fudgepacking..."

Holding hands, they walked together towards the horizon, knowing they would be friends forever, long after they parted, even after death...

Collected

Mashallah

Word of the day in Arabic: صَديق (sadiq) -- "friend."

Orphaned Poem #2

Remus and Retards

Dull clank, crockery
I stack on the shelf,
glass lid upside-down on its Corningware

As I catch sight
through the streaked window
of a flock, a loosening knot:

Blackbirds starting towards the gray, fading West --
some unholy Roman omen,
too good for Etruscans at rest.

Oh Bother, Dear Eeyore

Could it be that once again someone has fouled the mood with poor timing?  I'll console them as best I can if alive and capable -- definitely my bailiwick, that scene...  Be so kind as to get down to it, and I'll resolve to be a lamb and die like a fright...

Mendocino National Forest, October 2016

Matt Lucas Must Die

TOM BAKER NARRATING (I AM A LAZY CALIFORNIAN):  "...After all, mustn't we each of us in his turn find doom, and, mayhap, that which lies beyond...?"

[THE KITCHEN OF A FLAT AT 23 FITZROY ROAD.  MR. LUCAS TENTATIVELY ENTERS, AND COMES TO STAND ABOVE A WOMAN'S MODESTLY ATTIRED BUTTOCKS.]

MR. LUCAS:  "Um, Sylvia dear, I don't know how American ovens work, but I daresay you'd know by now whether or not the pilot light is out....  Sylvia?  I can tell there's more going on here.  We've all noticed that something's been amiss with you for quite some time...  Sylvia?  Please talk to me...  Fine!  Have it your way!  God, you are self-involved, though...  Honestly, girl...  Anyway, where are the children?"

[MR. LUCAS EXITS AS HE ENTERED...]