Behind the Dish

There is terror looming in my heart. But this is the safest, most sincere teammate I've ever chosen to try to play this game with me. A game so pure, it has been compared to baseball.

It could be what it isn't yet.

But for today, I'm not afraid of it coming to be or not be.

And I will be.
Whether we both leave the game
with lower batting averages and ERAs.

Our game is played with good sportsmanship,
so winning and losing doesn't matter,
and we don't even keep score.

And what's more?
I like the way he says my name.

ALONE

Perpetual determination
for
non-afilliation.

Solo,
never with a band.

I have two if I
ever need to
hold a hand.

I
WANT
TO
BE
ALONE
.

August

Dang Summertime.
So many
holidays.
We're raised
to see and feel
summer
like a big, extended
holiday.
So many
designated
officially special days.
And then...

August.
No holidays in
August.
All you feel in
August
is the dread
of the cold
that follows
September.

So you burn
as bright as the
sun.
Make summer last.
Make it last beyond
August.

Inevitable

It was bound to happen
There's one in every crowd
I can only take so much
Before the volume gets too loud

I know the rules and break them
Just because it can be done
As if this time it's somehow different
and the wake is worth the fun

I toy with the fire
As if it can be managed
Don't expect a scar
or any need for a bandage

But this will go away
Add it to my list
Get me back alone again
Don't even bother,
I insist.

Word of the Day for Thursday, July 2, 2009

vagary \VAY-guh-ree; vuh-GER-ee\, noun:

An extravagant, erratic, or unpredictable notion, action, or occurrence.

"Her words are a dreadful reminder that much of life's consequences are resultant of vagary and caprice, dictated by the tragedy of the ill-considered action, the irrevocable misstep, the irrevocable moment in which a terrible wrong can seem the only right."
-- Rosemary Mahoney, "Acts of Mercy?", New York Times, September 13, 1998