Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Snapping to it.


This is that long beginning I want to stretch out like twin handfuls of carnival taffy, no pants anywhere and bare feet pointed to heaven and sun rays slipping in like familiar strangers trying so much in vain to go unnoticed. There are Fruit Bats in my ears telling me that, when I love someone, it’s so hard to think about anything else but to breathe and I want so much to agree. There are thoughts I can clearly hear and possibilities in piles all around this morning bed, all of them acting lazy inside my head. Today, I’ll chew on some big ideas and write more words than this and, hopefully, should there be a God who values the imagination, I might see and speak with an alligator.

5 comments:

belfountain said...

I randomly stumbled across this blog yesterday... I quite like the way you write, and really like your taste in music (and apparent tendency to write about bands I didn't know I needed to know about...) Mind if I follow along for a while? :)

Dainon. said...

Be my reader, be my guest. And thanks!

Kilee said...

i hate alligators...

Dainon. said...

Then you would have hated Gatorland this weekend, lil sister, where there was nothing but alligators ... everywhere.

Stella said...

That's my most favorite Fruit Bats song, I always want to be looking out the window of a bus going somewhere when I listen to it.

And if yer ever up North from where you are, you should look up Wakulla Springs...in short, you'll being singing with the gators by the end of it...and if you're ever down south, you should check out Hemingway's house in Key West...too many great stories to tell from that place, but I find it's given me lots of conversation on first dates (especially about his cats, look up the cats D)