but even the great basin bristlecone pine dies

[Canofceleri]

but then i turned over and lost to my own reflection,

i'd seen it a thousand times before and each time marred, filtered through

the distorted lens of self-image. what had i learned?

 

leaned in over the sink i studied my face;

a million whiteheads, what had i done?

and the fine hairs that cover most of our bodies,

they even come right up to my eyes..

didn't have to squint hard to see evidence of a unibrow with its

five o'clock shadow, odd.. why shave it?

 

and then i remembered being a kid, probably four.

on the first morning of summer my dad poked in over the threshhold at around eight a.m.

after just shaving off his winter beard.

dad? i was so frightened, should i trust him now? i couldn't tell.

 

1818 hilltop dr. our home out my window through the trees over mahopac lake.

it's been eleven years and now they've built in a two-car garage.

i couldn't tell where i was going, so i just thought of that woman's breasts (the

woman at the lake one time, she wore her bra instead of a bikini and it took to

water almost too well, and dad flirted with her right in front of mom and talked

about the average lifespan of parrots).

 

now dad's dead, he died. but, i don't care, even the great basin bristlecone pine dies.

i know of one of those trees, its name is methusala... alive over two thousand years

before jesus christ and still alive today. i don't know exactly where you'd find one,

but i hear they're hard to miss.

 

i feel so easy and at peace, even if only one sock is on.

it's quiet, dark for a change save for the light emitting from the computer monitor.

i've been real good lately about not taking breathing for granted,

it feels so good to breathe. whether through the nose or mouth, it's nice for now.

is there anything so underrated as my chest swelling up with each breath

i take?

i don't think so.

i don't.

 

i'm gonna go smoke guys.

 

Edited March 14, 2008 by Candarelli

[galvanize]

i love stoned batroom sessions lol. Last time that happened tough the orange paint on the wall became really bright and i heard memories of my mother speaking to me. It was quite halluciogenic grass lol

[Chickstick]

Nice. As always, not much else I can say.

[Canofceleri]

Thanks guys. I just edited it for the second time, just pared it down a bit.