That Charcoaled Veil Of The Night

Quietly on your front porch.
We’ve been tracking the march
Of the moon across this night sky,
How late it has become tonight.

Closer sitting.
You whisper your thougts to, and
I release my wishes to, allof those
Glittering stars up above.
How unfathomably far away they are.

Closely sitting.
That charcoaled veil of the night
And its scattred lights,
Outlining the pattern of sparkles
in your eyes, unrivalved.

You stare a little longer.
I lean in a little closer;
As the moon reaches its height
So must you go in for this night.
And your farewell to me tonight, oh.
In expressible – your lips meet mine.

Originally written
5 February 2004

Blame The Covfefe

Not my normal posting for this blog, but reality waxes poetic in hindsight so in the words of Doc Brown, “I figure[d], well, what the hell.”

Just A Few Things I Hate About Washington, D.C.

  • Humidity.
  • Too many people ergo
  • Too much traffic.
  • A non grid-based road system.
  • The road quality makes Ohio’s feel like paradise.
  • It’s really just a big slab of concrete.

Two Things I Like About Washington, D.C.

  • JonBeeVinNah
  • Banana Brain

Inbetween The Things We Do For Others

  • Sometimes you’re too tired to realize you’ve missed I-271N and have to take I-71 all the way up to I-90E.
  • GMC’s UHaul truck is a pos V8 limited to 75mph.
  • No one in D.C. knows about the Clara Barton Parkway.
  • The only way to find the Clara Barton Parkway is while looking for a way around D.C. traffic.
  • Make sure to pack your toiletries in a bag and then leave them on your bed.
  • The furniture a sibling receives is dependent upon what furniture the other sibling claims beforehand.
  • The Old Man has a warehouse’s worth of machining tools and even more stories to go along with them.
  • The neighborhood fox near my parents did not say, “Yum. I ate your cat.”
  • You will spend an inordinate amount of time vacuuming your sister’s car.
  • You would have vacuumed the floor mats but your father soaked them with the hose…it will take more than a day for them to dry out.
  • You are unsure whether or not your sister is making fun of the movie reviews you post on Faceboo.

Feminism Is Dead. FINALLY.

Banana Brain: I need a man…