The carrot

He pretended not to notice the carrot
but everyone knew he was faking
what they did not know
was that he had eaten the carrot
and created a replica
in its place in a dream
and brought it back to the waking world

where he wove
a million strands of silk
from a rather large family
of black widows
living in your attic

he tied one end of the rope of silk
to the replica
and the other end
to his holographic halo

everyone pretended not to notice
that he was pretending not to notice the carrot
which was really just a forgery

The thing about it was that he was such a great pretender
such a magnificent master of self deception...

consequently, he forgot to remember that he was faking
and began to believe the carrot was real

Thus, he was led along, like a greyhound, chasing a rabbit around a track
all the while mocking his fellow beings
calling them sheep, bovine or
pigs on their way to a slaughter house
designed to look like a hospital

he no longer knew he was pretending
and did not know he was deceiving
and never knew the cause of why he became buried
under an avalanche of happiness
that was really just an invention

the night arrived
he fell asleep
and the black slate of his memory
became awash with the tears of relief
as he ate the replica
turned off his halo
and rested his head
on a pillow made of feathers...

Howdy, y'all

Howdy, y'all. Well, it has been a while since I have felt the urge to digitize my thoughts and experiences for the few folks who check out this obscure site. Sorry about that but I guess that's how it goes. Anyway, I have been reaquainting myself with the width of our continent (N. America) as well as with some dear, dear old friends. The shock of returning back after nearly an 8 year disappearance has smoothed out into wonderment, awe and grattitude.

The journey passed by in a mostly pleasing fashion. Rock n roll is alive and kicking contrary to the Who's famous eulogy anthem. I must of hit the seek button on the radio over 500 times over the course of my travels. There was almost always the perfect song; timely - offering insight and commentary. Then, i'd be out of range or, a commercial would start to try to sell me something. Press the seek and once again another fantastic song.

Tonight, I met up with the amazing, scubblelicious, Scrubby and the precious jewel, Katie. We caught up on the past, dominated the present and teased the future. And, for your viewing pleasure, here is a cam of downtown Doylestown, a mecca for the youth in search of a night life.

Earlier today, grace poured out of my eyes, mouth and limbic system, as I finally acted on my urge to visit my old place of employment, Bucks County Youth Center. I spoke with three of my former coworkers before the kids' curiousity drew them over to listen to my conversation with Ron. That is when I asked if they'd like to hear the didj.

Their complete focus, undivided attention must have further inspired me. After speaking, I spoke of the power of breath to help us gain more freedom and control over out lives. I never knew what I was going to say until I said it. The kids' asked many questions and were very thankful.

While driving home the emotions rose in me like the Delaware River as I became more and more aware of how important it was for me to share the fruit of a decade of labor and discipline.