Foolish Monkey's Open Salon Blog

Dear Mom

Tue, 14 May 2013 09:05:48 -0400

^{really cool ...but no Mom, it's not your urn}

I thought you'd like to know I nearly brought out your ashes for Mothers Day. Then I decided against it.

Instead of you with your pretty pink face, round as the moon, I'd have to look at an ornate and boring brass urn. And instead of listening to your crazy jabber until my skull burst front and back, I'd stare at a silent relic that is definitely not you.

I figure in order to duplicate the Mom experience I'd have to crack the urn and remove the ashes, then throw them around like a maniac in a furious windstorm while Beethoven's Fifth played simultaneously with Rosemary Clooney singing "Come On-a My House" - both of them really really loud.

I wonder if you're out there somewhere - being you in all incarnations - and we're together in some slice of time, all of us at the table eating your golf ball hamburgers gently blanketed in white bread like hard little babes.

That would be nice.

for my dear editor

Tue, 7 May 2013 17:05:39 -0400

before the night a woman stands

her spine so rigid it might snap

awaits that quiet roaring dusk

a crux inevitable as the dawn

pebbles beneath her feet will shatter

glistening ribbons raven hair

sway then strain in vicious wind

she the living fire anointed

her belly rock her soul enraged

grants herself ten million wishes

oh sweet warrior

symphonic light

blessed your slow motion dance

we the trees in ceaseless watch

do graceful sway then hush and mend

that fear we share in secrecy

to pray this day will never end

Being dead so sucks

Sat, 4 May 2013 09:05:15 -0400

Mother’s day is next week and my daughter in law is making a big fuss this year. I think she has gotten it into her head that I’m getting close to kicking the bucket, so it’s time to celebrate old mom, which is just fine. It’s long overdue if you ask me.

Still, at the heart of this is the fact that one of these days I will be totally dead. But I do not want to be dead! I think I wouldn’t mind living forever. At the very least I don’t see why I can’t live at least a whole lot longer than my probable 80-ish years alloted me. Lately there’s much hopeful talk coming from the "scientific community" that human life will be extended 50, maybe 100 years.

This sets me going: I ponder while manically stuffing my face with cookies - why can’t they get this done a little faster? Because the only thing I’d like better than living a long long long time, is living a long long long time being able to stand upright. I'd like to have my life extended now - not ten years from now. But I'll take it if that's all they have! But PLEASE can we speed this up some?

Which brings me to the meat of the matter, which is death. I've decided there’s nothing in it for me and I'd like to sign off that leg of the race. I can’t find one thing to recommend being dead. First and foremost I will not be here. Why shouldn't I be here? I'm good. I'm fun. I do yard work!

I don’t want to not be here. Today the sun is shining so sweetly, my heart is roaring with happiness. It is so bright that as I type the light reflection on my laptop screen is nearly blinding. There’s justice in this – one should not be looking at a computer screen when a day is so perfectly brilliant.

So this piece will be short and sweet.

Death, please go elsewhere. Focus on those someones who should be dead, like Joseph Kony. Or any of the ubiquitous out there who torture animals, children, the helpless and needing in their care. How about the landlord of that building that collapsed on hundreds of hardworking innocent workers? Or Dick Cheney? Why is HE still around?

I realize their evil presence among us creates balance and karma but lets put that aside for a second. Why not take a few extra of them and leave a few extra of the good guys (like me). The world would be a better place.

I think this is an excellent idea, very clever!

And now it's time to go outside and live.

PS. I realize that this is fluff of the worst kind: self indulgent pointless fluff in regards to an event that is a given, for death is as sure to all living things as is life and living.

But Popeye said it best: I yam what I yam. And I yam fluffy as hell.

Hello! (spring smooch!) Life is also hope!

what is not known

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 11:04:21 -0400

what is not known

never mattered in the slightest

life has it’s ways and there are times the universe cracks

and what eyes are willing to behold is in the clear rush of waters, endless time flowing through each and every we of mountain and sky, the dead and the living and every stinking evil that ever crawled down a hole for there is no difference in it, no hunger or want as the weak fly with the mighty and nothing can ever stop the brilliance of life and love it's light of purest gold illuminating the black walls we shiver behind

and then we awaken

and begin again

I am the fool

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 17:12:12 -0500

once hypnotized by the sun

a fool believed ease was at hand

never one to question

having flown so many times

from open windows and doors

at speeds greater than any

of the many voices

hard and the sound of years

and the crack of a whip over and over

until the body bent

in so many unusual ways

ah but there is nothing to be done

one must work

and hold fast illusions

even those swept by clouds and blue skies

do not look at the rawness of my hands

at the bleeding skin of roughened trees

floating upwards

smiling in warm

extraneous

breeze

I am the fool

I am obsolete

nothing at all

simple food and raw flesh

an embarrassment to the world

oh! so suddenly gone

feeble frozen and grey

dead roots hot glued to the living

and glad of it