Waking up next to somebody you think you know cares!

I hope I think, I know she cares. There she was resplendent in her beautiful orangeness; what a sight to wake up to; she rolled and touched her solarplexus; oh; how I wish she'd touched me; then she lent over and whispered something in my hear; she had a voice that felt like childs tear drops falling on an armadillo. "You droppy key in sleepy." She cared: I meant something to her; and with that; she was gone; Gone like a childs tear drops in the ocean; gone; gone gone from me, forever.

Why does this happen to me every time I sleep in a Jim Jill bang? WHy? WhY? wHY? why me Lord? why?

The D man.

PS I've been working on my punctuation and syntax. Is it evident?

george hunneycutt

left my baby at the dmz


I can't help but think
of the time
we must have been
only 17
and the hangul had
barley passed our lips
before we kissed
in the shadow of the
royal palace
on that busy street
in seoul
briefly, because
I was a prince
and even in my clever
disguise
I feared the spying eyes
of pigeons and roof-top scouts
It seems like yesterday,
but now, we're here
3 months later
and you've betrayed me
with your velvet lies,
stole state secrets
like they were plums
so now I must leave you
here
chained to the fence
as an example to the others
who would betray me
i have to leave you, baby,
at the DMZ

Chanchthebadman: self reflection

Had a late one last night. I was on my way home from Salt Lake City when I stopped for a coffee and an oil change at the I-80 truck stop. East-bound on my way to Chicago, I had about three and a half hours to make the trip or I'd be marooned at a rest stop somewhere in western Illinois: an 8-hour lay-over in close proximity to the traveling salesmen, RV retirees, perverts, and homos. These days, with rev limiters and electronic logs, it's getting harder and harder to avoid long nights alone in parking lots surrounded by other rigs and kept awake by the sound of their idling engines and the occasional knock on the door from 16-year old lot lizards, who call themselves milkshake and flora, and offer to sit on your face for fifteen or twenty dollars. I don't know why, but it's getting more and more difficult not to be mistaken for a scum bag.

I told the kid at the service station to mind my new floor mats after I gave him the keys to my truck. He said, "No problem Mr. . . ", and then he looked for my name on the service order. When he found it, he paused and looked at me, then said, "No problem, sir." I told him thanks and that I'd be back in an hour. Then I walked across the parking lot to Grandma's Kitchen. I sat up front at the counter and ordered a cup of coffee from a woman who looked about 50 and like she'd seen her share of harsh winters out here on the Iowa plains, maybe seen her share of old truckers, too--in for a night, beat to their socks and road weary, 1000 miles and years and years from home. I've seen women like her all over the counrty, from tampa to fargo, LA to Boston and all the expansive, bleak, echoless, vast space between. I remembered how pretty they all seemed when I was young, just home from nam, but now they all seemed to be getting older. I guess I was getting older, too.

After I finished my coffee, I went to the bathroom, and while I was washing my hands, I looked into the mirror. Under the bright, pale light, I was surprised by my reflection--the lines and scars, wrinkles and crooked bones, and I thought to myself, You are one ugly motherfucker.

I smiled at the waitress as I walked toward the door. She smiled back. When I got to the service station, the kid told me there'd been a problem with the waste-oil container and they wouldn't be able to drain my truck for a few hours. Another night, I thought, another night. I said, Ok kid." And he nodded, and I walked away. I thought about going back to Grandma's Kitchen and asking the waitress what she was doing after her shift was up, but I decided not to, that she'd seen her fair share of old boys like me, and now probably prefered a shower and a cup of coffee to a long night of whiskey shots and country music. I got a bottle and walked to the edge of the truck stop near a barbed wire fence and the miles of farm land beyond. I found a nice spot to sit, and then drank until I got a buzz. Then I saw a storm coming in on the western horizon, so I took off my clothes and jumped the fence, and walked until I found a small measure of peace and comfort on a small patch of grass in the middle of a field, and then the rain came and washed it all away.

Prose poetry

I've decided to take up prose poetry, the most noble art form. My first attempt is quite small and not very good; it's simply called 'David'

the asphyxiated milk cow, stole
the sunset, the scarecrow was
not impressed, by this show of
tmesis and impudence, float

away... away? waddle and
dotage, verbose until the
merging at the end of
the world, biodegradeable

the chanch and I mutilated
we fled and dined as the
gibous daring moon, was
as the natives say, erect!

The D man...

Please add your own verses.

David's Back

I don't think David will mind me showing this photo I took of him in Perth.

A Lingering Absence or kNowing Somebody Cares *shrug*

It's been a long, long, loooooooooong time, I know.

First off, let me say a happy Chrimbo and merry new year (do you like the twist) to all those in the blogosphere. I've missed you one and all. I hope you've missed my merry ramblings.

Now, the excuses. I spent a month back home in Perth, catching up with the family and friend. While I was there I spent a lot of time with fellow Western Australian bloggers; some of the raddest people you'll meet. A big shout out to David. David was everything I hoped he'd be and so much more besides. Loving, caring, charming, witty, funny etc and so on. Please David, take my advice, let it out, tell the world. You'll feel much more comfortable when everybody knows. *hugs*

On my way back to Korea I decided to stop off at Dokdo and spent a week there, exploring the island and checking out the local cuisine, it really was a unique experience. Then, I spent some time in a Buddhist temple, meditating, until the Buddhists chased me out, I think they found out I'm a Muslim.

Then, I fell off my pushbike, doing a staggering 5mph, I've been in a hospital for a month. The nurse came in everyday and asked me "How are you?" It was the only English she knew, but it's nice to know somebody truly cares about you.

Sorry to compress so much action into on short post pictures to follow.

May the force be with you.

The D man

PS new favourite Vloggers - www.jonoandamanda.com

davids back

Thursday, January 11th, 2007
Cleaning the bike, and doing business on the phone.
Written by: David @ 10:51 am
I had a rather miserable day yesterday feeling sorry for myself with my cold. It seems only fair I can be that way when I’m sick. It validates all the discomfort I’m having. Today however I’m feeling a lot better after a much improved sleep and I already feel the cold started to wear off.
When I’m sick I like to do things to keep my mind off it, so in the morning I went down to give my motorbike a wash. I’ve never washed it before, seeing as it never gets that dirty with frequent use. I haven’t ridden it in over a month so it was looking very old and dusty and in dire need of some attention. Jay suggested I drive it to one of the car cleaning places, but seeing how cold it was, and me being in no mood to start riding my bike in below freezing temperatures, I settled for a small tub of warm water and a wash cloth.
Surprisingly enough, that’s all it needed and it came up looking, and sparkling, extremely well. Tomorrow I’ll take it for a ride seeing as I need to go to the taekwondo academy to drop off a few things there.
After washing my bike I decided I needed to do some cooking, so I promptly made some tuna patties for dinner. Not your dodgy, crappy ones either, but decent ones full of spices and herbs. They turned out good, Jay couldn’t get enough of them.
I then got an interesting call from a Korean women on my cell phone. At first I didn’t know what she wanted, but then I heard the word ‘Meritz’, which is the name of my insurance company for my motorbike. My insurance had run out yesterday, so I had planned today to get it renewed. Anyway, she didn’t speak a word of English so, as you can imagine, our conversation wasn’t going so well. I said enough to ensure her that I would be going to City Hall tomorrow to pay for it and that everything was ok. She seemed happy with that and hung up.
It was a bad conversation, she was patient enough with me on the phone, but just talked too fast for me to keep up.
So anyway, half way through the working day I’m told that a lady was at the reception area wanting to see me. Sure enough it was the insurance woman with all her paperwork. Thankfully I had withdrawn the money for the insurance earlier that day, 141,000 won (~$141USD), and paid up there and then. She was laughing a lot about our telephone conversation and remarked how good my Korean was. I thanked her, and she made a few more comments and laughed, none of which I understood.
So I just laughed too.
And that was that.

Still

I think I've got a virus. Most likely a slow manifestation of the flu. Everything always drags out when it comes to me. If I have a cold instead of it lasting a week, it drags out for 3 weeks. It's shitty. So I'm feeling exhausted. All my muscles are aching and cramping. Makes it hard to work. My chest has random sore spasms. Yeah that's great when I'm carrying heavy things at work. Real good.For once I just wish I could sleep like a normal person does. Sick or not I don't get enough sleep. Most times it doesn't bug me. People always exclaim that they couldn't live this way. What way is that? It's the only way I've ever known. In my entire life there's only a few ocassions where I can remember having a really good sleep, a sleep that I awoke refreshed and ready to start the day.

Simon

I'm Disappointed

There are two people in my life that have been disappointing me lately.
The first person is making a stupid mistake. They know what they’re doing is wrong, yet they still do it. In the end someone, probably two people, are going to end up getting very hurt. I suppose its a matter of greed and weakness, but that isn’t an excuse. When you care for someone you don’t make bad choices like this, which I can only conclude indicates that this person really doesn’t feel as strongly about the other person as they care to believe. You can sugar coat it and make all the excuses in the world, at the end of the day its just plain wrong.
I’m not sure how I feel knowing full well what’s happening and not doing anything to stop it. It doesn’t feel right. Its really none of my business.
Second, and not entirely isolated from the first case, is that I don’t understand why a person would say a thing that they should know full well is going to hurt someone, only to repeat the same dose again a few days later. It can’t be stupidity, it really can’t, so it has me thinking that it might be something else.
The reality check from the other day really didn’t sink in all that well. If there’s any stupidity then its highly probable its on my behalf.
If anything it puts a whole dampener on the ‘trust’ thing, or at least my perception of it.
People just continue to disappoint.

Simon