I applaud you for having enough faith in me to check this weblog, despite how long at has been since my last post.
And now, some poems for your pains:
MISSIVE TO THE BEARDED MOUSE IN MY MIND
Why do you comb your beard like an old goat?
Why are your shoes as green as the Emerald City?
If I feign indifference, will you laugh and leave me to other musings?
Will you let me sleep?
Why is your beardcomb so yellow, so sharp?
Why are you playing the piano like an octopus with no rythm?
Why does your fanny pack mock me like a beaded curtain?
Why are you bellydancing with sun glasses on as your comb swoops gracefully through your beard?
Stop it!
Stop it I say, or teach me the secrets of your soul.
THE PERFECT STORY
Magical, comforting.
A story to send me dreaming, soaring, exploring
Hoping.
Always beginning with,
"Once upon a time
In a land far away"
Always ending with,
"And that's how you disembowel a walrus"
THE ORANGE IN THE CHERRY TREE
Why am I so large?
All of my friends are small, bite sized little morsels.
They mock me,
They look so tasty.
I hope they don't hear my stomach grumbling like a tornado.
That little man over there, he's sleeping.
I could digest him quite subtly.
I wouldn't even need to puncture his pretty red skin.
I could open up like a Venus Fly Trap
Sing to him
Make him sleepdance to my side.
I don't eat my friends.
Why am I on this cherry tree?
Posted by Nathonius at March 14, 2005 12:15 AMLiz just sent me your web log adress again, and it was worth the wait. so worth the wait.
Posted by: Joey G at April 18, 2005 05:03 PMYou stupid mouse. With your beard and your graceful swooping and stuff. YOU KILLED MY BROTHER, YOU MURDERER!
Now all I feel is the pain of the bacteria you left behind.
Or is that the infection I got from picking up that rusty safety pin and using it as an earring?
Whatever. It's over between us. OVER.
Nate, if I were ever a little boy and you Old Yeller going mad with rabies, I would sacrifice myself like a moth to the flame and let you bite me. Then we would end our lives the way two friends ought to, barking at the sun for giving us life when we wish it would just explode into a red giant and end our suffering.
...okay, now that was wierd.
Posted by: Suzanne at March 17, 2005 09:31 PMI understand how you feel, Suzanne. In the event that you do become a cherry and I an orange, I will have no hard feelings if you don't want to be my friend anymore. It would be a sad thing, but necessary. Kind of like in those movies where a little boy has to make his dog run away for some reason, so he throws rocks at the dog and yells "YOU STUPID DOG! GET OUT OF HERE AND NEVER COME BACK!" and the dog looks kind of confused, but then somehow it becomes clear that the dog understands, and it leaves knowing it's for the best.
So I guess in that example you are the little boy and I'm the dog. Only in our version the I'm insane and I might kill you.
Wait isn't that like Old Yeller? Didn't Old Yeller have rabies or something?
You make me laugh, Nate. You really do, but if I ever become a cherry and you an orange I will have to discontinue our friendship. I DO have my boundaries.
Posted by: Suzanne at March 15, 2005 09:12 PM