Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

The dreams of young girls

I think my memories
must wait impatiently
somewhere in lines
to be called up.
I can’t make them come
Maybe because I am old
my mind is getting crowded.
I have watched women.
And it is different for them.
Because they have seen
dreams as young girls do,
and even the mirrors bow to that.

As I sat outdoors this morning having coffee, I realized I miss the sound of screen doors slamming in my childhood friend’s houses. It meant someone to play with. Regis Boff

Did You See Me, Dad?

Glimpses of mortality always seem to interrupt otherwise perfectly fine days.
I was pushed westward on a hospital gurney towards an open window that let in a good mouthful of late afternoon-sunset. I loosened my hold on the sides of the hurried bed to raise my arms again.
The rhythm of the massive, clanking chains began to hesitate. The machine was straining to pull the cars up and over the first plywood mountaintop on The Thunderbolt roller coaster ride at Kennywood Park in Pittsburgh.
I could hear more than one rider in the front seats coaxing the machine to try harder. Their fear seemed to pour backward over the cars. I was in the very last car.

The first two wagons achieve the peak, then slowly the third creeps over the top. Everyone was silent or screaming. Then the coaster began to drift back toward where my dad and I had stood with my ticket, skipping turns to get me into the very last seat by myself — the most fun car.
The cotton candy breeze blew on the back of my neck. My father had told me, “if you want to be brave, let go of the bar on your lap as you go over the top and wave your hands above your head.”

I shot backward down the hill, I closed my eyes and raised my arms into the air.

The wheeled hospital stretcher stopped short of the yawning afternoon window and curved left into the operating room. My arms stretched high and straight. My dad stands next to me, wearing a white mask that does not hide his eyes.
“Did you see me, did you see me?” I said. My father raised his arms above his head and started to cry.

Lucky are Us

I believe history will show that Trump was a better President and that Obama was a better man, and that we were favored to have had both for a little while.

Go ahead and nail it

If you want to wreck Barack Obama’s legacy finally, a project started by Hillary Clinton, go ahead and nominate Joe Biden.

I have come to God

The first obligation of those blessed with religious faith is to mind their own fucking business.

The Finest Women

The finest women of my generation would be heading down to Alabama to confront this abortion shit, not sitting around trying to parse another female savior or fretting about getting pinched on the ass a decade ago.

Brother, can you spare a Rhyme?


PUBLISHED: May 26, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

Teaching Rock Stars Math

Between shows, much of my time with The Who was spent reviewing each artist on their multiplication tables.

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