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Monday, April 30, 2012

What I Learned In Columbia - A Tale of the Wrench

This area is known for its beef
If this was America
It would be the Midwest
This upper floor hotel restaurant in Bogota
It's known for its steaks

So of course I order the chicken

When I had arrived here
I learned that a broken Lockheed L1011
Looks the same on the ramp in Bogota
As it does on the ramp back at the home base

The broken number two engine is just as heavy
And takes just as many cranks
On the manual chain winches
To get all the way down to the ground
And the new motor back up again

There is no trick in gravity
Just because you are in the Southern Hemisphere
And the normally empty cargo plane
Is full of pallets of slowly rotting flowers

The cabbies drive just as scarily
When all their curses are in Spanish
The traffic as heavy as in any other big city
Although more heavy with horses and burros

The hotel seems nicer though
At least the lobby does
All covered in gleaming polished marble and granite
Gold colored fixtures here and there
Looking a bit like the excesses of the Middle East to me

The rooms are standard issue Holiday Inn
They use the lobby to recoup some of the operating costs
It is rented out to film and television productions
There will be a soap opera filming there tomorrow

I was sort of tired though
Not really caring
With not much in the way of clean clothes
Dinner was in an hour
On the top floor

Our handler
Really just a cargo supervisor
Though he fulfilled all the roles of a handler for us
Recommended the place
And several of the waitresses

Who had
If you believed the old goat
Experienced his intimate expertise
In various inappropriate places

Like I said
I ordered the chicken
Everyone else had steak
It was a mistake

When my chicken arrived
I didn't give it much thought
Just started tearing into it
Talking about things with everyone else

After I got about halfway through it
I realized it had quite a rubbery texture
I looked down
And the part I was currently eating
Looked pretty pink
Pretty raw

I spit out what I was chewing in disgust

Our handler leaned over
"I thought that looked a bit underdone"
And went back to eating his steak
I was embarrassed
And picked at my salad

That night
I learned that food poisoning
Is about the same in Columbia
And I spent the night on
Or next to
The toilet

I had a choice of CNN or Disney
For English speaking television
I opted for Disney
So to the tune of Walt's classics
I was sicker than I'd ever been

In the morning
I was weak and tired
But thought maybe I wasn't sick anymore

I was wrong

The lovely fresh fruit blended drink
That was made just for me at the breakfast nook
Tasted awesome going down
And it tasted just as good
Coming back up five minutes later too

I passed on the local walking tour
At about the same time that I passed
The full film crew and actors in the lobby
Them gawking at me
My had clamped over my mouth
As I ran for the bathroom once again

It was kidnapping season anyways
Though I didn't realize that at the time
Staying in the room
Waiting for a flight
Was a better idea for me

I learned that flying to Newark
Even on a fancy new Boeing freighter
Wasn't fun when you were sick

I learned that the aircraft lavatory
Is just as lousy
As the hotel bathroom
When you have to be sick

Though at that point
I did miss the Disney channel

I was a little feverish leaving Newark
And I learned
That they won't let you take a toolbox
Full of hammers, wrenches, and screwdrivers
As carry on for a commercial flight

Insisting that I was a licensed mechanic
And that I really knew how to use those tools
Did not reassure them

Thankfully
In those pre 9-11 days
It wasn't a big deal even when I bickered with them

On the drive back up north from Detroit
I learned that three road weary mechanics
Don't smell any better
When they get crammed into a small car together

Mostly
On that trip
I learned to always order the steak

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Tired

Boy am I tired
The cock crowed as the sun came up
But I was in no mood for it
I threw rocks at him until he gave up

Just too tired
My partner reached over stroking my manhood up
Wanting to waken me in a pleasant way
I smacked him with a pillow and told him to give up

Way tired
Coffee didn't even make a dent as my eyelids wouldn't stay up
I snarled at stupid people with stupid ideas
Ending usually by telling them to shut the fuck up

Hitting the hump of tired
As lunchtime rolled around I started to feel human and perk up
But it might have been too late as nobody would speak to me
So I called down to the Indian restaurant and ordered lunch for everyone sent up

Feeling randy and happy
I stopped at the florist and to my tab there added up
At first it wasn't enough for my partner
Until I got on my knees to beg forgiveness and fluff him up

Now sated and sleepy
I tracked down the poor rooster who was acting all cut up
Gave him some attention and reinforced his ego
So he'd be all ready tomorrow to once again wake me up



Saturday, April 28, 2012

2X2

It fits
Fits together like bricks
Stacked like Tetris
Locked in like Legos

Yin nested with Yang
Laying like spoons in a drawer
Cuddled up
Like Forrest Gump's peas and carrots

It's a two fer
A couple's day
A night out
A date

Three hundred and sixty five of them
And you have yourself an anniversary
Twenty five of those makes silver
Fifty is gold

Get enough of them in a row
Then one before the other
Or occasionally both at once
It becomes a shared headstone

Eternally granite
With beginning and ending dates
Side by side forever
Or at least until the next big change

Friday, April 27, 2012

This Man

This man
Wakes in the morning
Before the sun rolls out of bed
Gazes at the twinkling starlight
Scratches his head and says

"What ever could be
Bigger than me?"

This man
Makes his living
With his hands
With his eyes
With all the parts he was given
And says to himself

"This is a hell of a way to make a living
What would happen if I just stopped?"

This man
Throws down his work
Which has kept him busy for so long
Chooses to walk the earth
Like a man named Cain
And says to himself

"This world is what's bigger than me
When I was so wrapped up in my life
I was too small to see"

This man
Makes a difference
Not by walking a treadmill every day
Grinding up grist
For which others must pay
He greets every person in much the same way

"Hello, I am you
Yet I don't know you
Tell me about yourself
Show me what you do"

This man
He learns what he sees
And teaches what he has learned
Till his feet grow tired
And lays his head down
For the longest goodnight
Thinking to himself

I learned what was real
I learned what was bigger
It was me
It was everyone
It was the ground
On which I stood

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Kiss Kiss

Kiss kiss
I slalom the car left then right
Imagining brushing each curb in turn
Carrying my speed on into the night

It's a holdover from childhood
When I went fast and turned left
In little midget cars
On little tracks
Little hands
Little feet
Pleather jacket buttoned up neat

I'm not as good turning right
Doesn't feel as natural
Probably never will
But I do it just to spite you
And of that
I'll never get my fill

I read some tips on driving once
And one remains with me still
Imagine a glass of water on the dash
And going fast without a spill

That's how you can be smooth
That's how you can be fast
The two aren't mutually exclusive
The traction pie will have your ass

It's harder than it looks
I tried it once for real
I ended up with water all over the place
And damn near a mass of twisted steel

I'm not as good as I am in my head
Or as I'd wish to be
It's fun to take some time out though
Just to pretend that it is real

Kiss kiss
Left right left right
Don't spill the water
Always try your best

Kiss kiss
Left right left right
Ad infinitum
Until you are out of sight


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Send Me Your Dirty Pictures

Send me your dirty picture
With you naked
As the day you were born
Flashing your bits for the camera
Your cheeks flushed and warm

Send me your dirty picture
A coy sidelong look on your face
Hips turned and leg raised slightly
An arm draped across your breasts
Only R rated if I judge rightly

Send me your dirty picture
A full Hustler spread greeting my eyes
On a bed of furs with legs spread wide
Your tongue wetting your lips
Fingers on your pussy so I can see inside

Send me your dirty picture
You and your partner fucking
Faces lost in the moment
No posing
No faking
Egos simply along for the ride

Send me your dirty picture
Your masculine body bared
Muscles flexed just enough
Showing your ass hard as a rock
Hand lightly touching your shiny hard cock
Leaving me just the right amount scared

Send me your dirty picture
I get off on it it's true
I don't always take the time to masturbate
But I'll close my eyes and lose myself in the scene
Putting myself in there right next to you

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Elephant in the Room

Gray skin wrinkled and dusty
Trunk reaching out
Probing the furniture for treats
Snuffling in corners dark and musty

Finding nothing of interest
It moved a little to it's left
Feet steeping daintily
Staying out of trouble
Or at least doing it's best

Leaving enormous footprints on the floor
Mostly round with pronounced toes
This is no ten ton ballerina
Walking in pink slippers
Up high on it's toes

Thin size fifty ears
Flap lightly in amusement
As something funny appears on television
A new episode of Doctor Who or The Gong Show
It's taste is far ranging as you can see
Peanuts to pate'
Enjoying all kinds of party

Long thin tail
Brushing side to side
A little tuft on the end
Whacking me in the nose
In perfect beat
As if it's listening to Wang Chung in it's head
And that's all it wants to do tonight

It turns around slowly
Fixing me with one large intelligent eye
If it could speak
It would tell me something profound
But it cannot be uttered
And not just because it lacks the right sound

It's the Elephant In The Room
And it begs to be acknowledged
In silent accusation
It makes itself at home
Sits down and breaks the sofa
It's not going anywhere
Anytime
Soon