Sunday, July 16, 2006

with mrs waddle or the sea urchin

i stood in the puddle for eight hours
contumplating the past tense of Fat Trout*,

letting ice cream melt between my fingers
while watching the rafters heal themselves.

we chit chattered in fake laughters
about the ac in the hotel lobby;

how it wasn't working for all of six days.
she thought about putting her head

in the ice maker for temporary relief.
i told her snap dragons are my favorite flowers.

*Fat Trout Trailer Park of Deer Medow; Fire Walk With Me. Google it.

an ode to dangerous thoughts

3 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Time has a way of lingering on certain moments, etching them into our minds.

B Boutwell said...

It's been between 102 and 105 for a while here, now. Mind sharing that head cooling ice maker?

katy said...

brian, i recommend lots and lots of ice-pops. lime are particularly refreshing at 102 degrees.

if it's any consoluation though, krakatoa is meant to erupt again soon (next few years i guess?) in which case there is a possibilty of the over-all earth temp to drop by several degrees. at least, i did last time.