Mama told me their be days like this....

Like catching the end of a parade
Or the last verse of contagious piece of pop music
Your lungs force out a sigh like a bully
Lips protrude, bones stretch like a rubber band
Feeble hands shake like a tambourine
In search of a beat
Your heart attacks pray for inspiration
Like dead trees longing to be tattooed
by the poignant pens of an articulate author...


Mama told me their be days like this.....

Like Bowie.....

Yesterday was evidence that God loves teachers and listens to the prayers of little ankle bitters who know how important a day of building snowmen, making snow angels, and snowball fights are to the human spirit....
While i did not throw a snowball or attempt to bring Frosty to life like Frankenstein....
The day off was a wonderful surprise, like a great thrift store find...
Right now its 9:13 in the morning.. I'm listening to the Shins and the faint converstation that resignates in my kitchen as feelings run through my body like Flow Joe....
Sometimes i feel like their are two or three versions of myself... Each version a new and authentic representation of the man i want to be... Its like a catchy song you cannot get out of your head.. until you try to tell someone just how catchy it is and then..... nothing....
you can't remember the hook, or even hum the beat.....
Bowie said it best.....
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Dont want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I cant trace time

Snowflakes on my mind like a crack fiend

Praying for snow like elementary school kids
Crossed fingers and shoelaces dangle
Like the catholic hope from my neck
Its nice to know that teachers
Plot and pray for snow like thieves
Just like elementary school kids....

I ran through winter with my summer lungs as my shadow stalked me, the night was quiet like a snowglobe before its shaken,
as if the weather man was accurate with the forecast, I ran towards independence hall, passed the liberty bell... the cracked pavement, and those lopsided cobblestones that remind tourists that history can be recreated for the right price.
But i digress and put it in the past......
Today i gave my United States History class a quiz covering Foreign Policy and the Spanish American War.... The war that robbed Washington of wisdom and shoved our loner longings, to the imperial nightmare that Bush covers under tax breaks and 911...Its as Bill Cosby so beautifully stated in between discipling Theo, hugging Rudy and repping for JELLO pudding pops...
"The past is a ghost, the present is a dream, the only time we have is now"
Right on Mr. Cosby... Right on

Sweating to the oldies with George Washington

Its been a long time since i have written a blog... Its not for lack of things to say.. Like a longing that feels to certain to break i kept my syllables (for once) inside the corners of my mouth.. I felt a sudden restraint, an invisible muzzle, as if my tounge was blocking my chances to be heard like Shaquille Oneal in the paint... If i am honest with myself silence used to scare me like a ghost (it still does if i am truly honest) it crept me out, like the creeks in an old house when you cannot fall asleep...quiet frightens me because honesty looms around the stillness like the blade of an axe ready to chop me down to my roots.... As i sit in my room, all that keeps me from enjoying the silence are the cars that are trudging by on interstate 95 and the rythmic sounds of the keyboard as my fingers fumble to deliver this....


I went on a run tonight...
the sky was clear for a change..
and i could see airplanes in the distance
As i ran i imagined playing connect the dots with the stars
I wondered what shapes i could make from those shining stars...
I ran to freedom
and did push-ups were George Washington used to live..
the plaque informed me like a unexecpted punch to the nose
that Washington had many slaves..
The only slave they graced with a name was his cook...
I guess he really liked to eat...
I dont think slavery ever really ended.......

Been along time... i shouldn't of left you..

Cats and mice flirt with survival
over saucers of whole milk and sharp cheddar
While men and women stalk each other for love
with shotgun stares and machine gun movments
Airplanes diguised as satetilites break through
Black blankets of virgin sky
I feel dim
Drowning in a sea of black
Tired of being lit
The wind recesitates lathorgic stars
as if they were drowing
Under water staring up
at the manic world
from the depths of a peaceful abyss.