A family stood looking at the water....

It was almost the end of this cruel summer.....
of the swimming, the beach....
of the hot, humid air standing literally STILL....
of the GRIEF over their insanely, TRAGIC LOSS.....

They were a family of four...
They had been FIVE in the beginning of summer....
Tommy had gone out on the boat....alone....
He was 15 after all....a MAN...right ?
So he thought; he'd been driving that boat all his life....
It was a NO-BRAINER....

Yeah...Yeah...Mom would go crazy if she knew...
Dad was a bit more "lenient"......
So....off went Tommy.....full speed ahead......
The impact was instantaneous....
A large boat came crashing into him....driven by two drunk men having "fun".....
killing Tommy on the spot.....

The youngest son stood lapping up a pistachio icecream cone....
the pale green puddles melting like raindrops onto the boardwalk...

And so it went........

Psychotic Rapture....

Painting....The ultimate QUEST...
for COLOR...
for FLAVOR....
for MEANING...
Is it PINK ?
Was it BLUE ?
Should I ?
DARE I ?
What if.......??
Will this work ?
Do I have ARTISTIC LICENSE ?
How far does this LICENSE extend ?
Is that blood on the pile of feathers over there ??
or.....
Is it just a shadow from the RED ROSE next to the pile ?
Is MUSTARD a CONDIMENT or a SHADE ?
Will they like it ?
Do I give a shit ?
What is the purpose, if not to SHARE it , right ??
Around and around we go.....
PERFECTING....NITPICKING,,,,,,SURRENDERING ???

It's fascinating....

somewhat troubling as well......
how a voice from the past can awaken something inside you....
This voice may come to you in the form of nothing more than a quick chat over the Internet...
a note...an email.....a birthday wish..
And suddenly, something that was lying seemingly dormant....for YEARS.....
jumps to attention....
I think it's what we commonly refer to as
"Chemistry"....
that invisible, silver string that connects one to another...
like the silken thread of a spider perhaps...unwavering....unbreakable...
but somehow DELICATE....potentially even "dangerous"...

And what relevance does this past have?
I mean, what significance does it bring to bare on today's scenario whatsoever ?
And yet...
We are intrigued...

Sunburnt , Fatigued, and Hungry.......

There is probably NOTHING more exhausting...
more arduous....
more essentially DEHYDRATING....more LIMITING even...
than being stuck outside in the HOT, SUMMER sun....
NO SWIMMING POOL IN SITE on this sweltering day....
BAKING....like a freakin' Matzoh.......
feeling literally.......
like an anthropomorphic TON OF BRICKS.....
Yes....a HUMAN SACK OF BRICKS and MORTAR......
like the CHILDREN of ISRAEL in the desert....
STUCK.....yet FREE ?
One can FRY a VERITABLE EGG on the TAR of the street...
Stomach in knots....
HOT KNOTS.......
HUNGRY, hot knots...
feet sweltering....SWELLING up like 2 big, juicy TOMATOES.......
No iced tea in site....No ice at all......
for it has already succumb to the heat upon impact....
melting into a small, hopeless puddle of tepid nothingness.....
NOT THIRST QUENCHING......NOT A BIT....
Contrarily......
the melted ice is thirst INDUCING....
The embodiment of the POWER OF SUGGESTION....
a hint of the FALSE HOPE of HYDRATION....
Tomorrow/s another day, right ??

Waffling......

Back and forth we go.....
on the precocious TEETER TOTTER of our life....
We Hem and Haw....
We say YES......We say NO....
WHY CAN'T WE JUST DECIDE ALREADY????
I mean....people DO...
They just choose THIS or THAT...
They COMMIT.....
But WE ???
We just CAN'T....We CAN'T...
So...We DON'T...
And in the end of the EXHAUSTING and SPINE SPLITTING DAY....
we are no further down the road of our SOJOURN.....
than we were YESTERDAY !!!
So...
Perhaps we ought to CONSIDER adjusting our antennae....
Notice that I said "PERHAPS"....and "CONSIDER"...
For God's sake.....
I can't even commit to the QUESTION !!!
And......
there you have it, Watson.....
a day in the life.....

on Birthdays....

We anticipate and we plan....
and we remember birthdays past....
some GOOD..
some BAD.....
And when push comes to shove...
we ACCEPT,
albeit with a kind of 'profound chagrin'.....
that time does, in fact, move on....
regardless of POMP and/or CIRCUMSTANCE....
Time relieves us of certain ignorant notions to be sure....
while it delivers to our front doorstep....
"WISDOM".......
gift wrapped in golden cellophane....
And whether or not we are PREPARED for the hairpin turn in the road,,,,,,
we come around that bend indeed.....
NOT totally unscathed......
yet not completely WEATHER TORN either....
And the information culminates inside our head,,,,,
and we drink a CRANBERRY JUICE COCKTAIL......
And so it goes....

light and dark......

They seem to spring up from virtually the same capsule....the same 'pod'....
Are they interchangeable ?
the Light and the Dark?
Can BOTH be BOTH?
Is there a DIFFERENCE ?
REALLY ??
between the two ?
I'm not so sure at all....
They dance in tandem....
swirling and twirling and canoodling,,,,,,,
in an almost SEXUAL manner....
Yes, certainly SENSUAL....
And if, per chance, the scale tips heavily to one side or another,,,,
the likelihood is very high,,,,
that it will swing in the other direction before the day is through....
And so...
we ponder and contemplate the moves...
from dark to light....
What will it take to achieve an equilibrium ?

The Revolving Door.......

Ive got a weird story for you guys....
I met this guy in the revolving door at Lord &Taylor literally 
4 YRS AGO...
He was cute...he thought I was cute....
We went around and around the revolving door....and finally we stopped...
We were both laughing....and he asked me if I wanted to get a cup of coffee with him....
So I did....
Nice guy.....very very handsome.....a little...uhh,,,DULL.....
So we

 went our separate ways,,,,He called me several times after that, but I wasnt interested really.....
Yesterday.....HE CALLS ME.......AFTER 4 YEARS !!!
and he says,....ya ready ??
"I HAVENT STOPPED THINKING OF YOU FOR EVEN ONE DAY"
true story.....

Hydrangeated......

I'm feelin' the BLUE,,,
NOT "feeling blue".....
but rather......
feeling THE blue....
The soft, pernicious, almost idealistic BLUE of those summer flowers....
that PURPLEY , WHIMSICAL  blue.....
the one that dredges up memories of all  those barefooted,  ICE CREAM moments.....
NOSTALGIC BLUE.....
Its SO BLUE,,,,that I can almost SMELL it,,,,TASTE it even,,,,,
a CACOPHONY in BLUE.....
Picasso s "BLUE PERIOD"...
EWWWWWWW......
Can you imagine a BLUE PERIOD ????!
But then........Picasso was a GUY, so.....
OUT of the BLUE.....
Yup....