StumbleUpon | gluefish's comments & reviews http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/ gluefish's recent comments & reviews on StumbleUpon en-us Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:37:53 -0800 Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:24:54 -0800 StumbleUpon | gluefish's comments & reviews http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/ http://cdn.stumble-upon.com/images/logo_su_36x36.png Mon, 09 Nov 2009 09:03:08 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512373/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512373/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512373/ My grandson says 'Yeah, you really SHOULD rename it that!'

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512373/ Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:42:10 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/30900186/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/30900186/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/30900186/ Rest In Peace, Johnny-V
    bunch of us

    (walk-in and her new boy friend joe
    and her little jump-bug
    and caruthes and i, gluefish)

    popped up in the forest council
    to visit with johnny-v

    johnny-v who looks like willie nelson
    and sings and plays in a way
    to have you out of your world
    for a good couple of meals

    walk-in served up a concoction
    of cacao and stevia
    bittersweet, it set the flavor for the day

    and johnny-v sang and played
    like there was no war on
    and like there was no depression
    and he coaxed and seduced
    the music to come out of hiding
    in a little ibanez he rescued

    even though laughing
    he had to keep adjusting the oxygen

    (johnny-v found a place to stay
    in walk-in's dead sister's house)

    the new guy i didn't know
    -- walk-in's new boy friend --
    had a connection to our group,
    quiet, didn't say much,
    but when he did say somethin'
    you could see all the way down
    you knew he was good for her

    the lines in the room
    were a cats cradle:

    walk-in knows all johnny-v's songs
    almost like she knows her dead husband's
    and walk-in appears in my poetry here a couple times
    johnny-v is my blues guitar teacher
    and even if i don't practice much
    his laugh ripples the clouds
    and i don't write much poetry about caruthes:
    i come home to the poetry she is
    yeah and walk-in's little jump bug -
    she's seven now
    and has heard all the songs we used to sing
    and even can sing most of eric idle's galaxy song
    which scares the bejeezus outa me

    yeah so the room rang
    and the cats cradle sang
    even with the new guy joe

    the old lines, and my eyes, blurred
    listening to johnny-v sing
    and nothing much rang any get-real bells
    except for trying to keep up
    with johnny-v's changes
    on a Stones song,

    i got the blues

    and the circle closed
    as we sang old hippie songs
    and johnny-v sang blues
    like nobody else knows how

    we brought johnny-v a fuzzy robe
    he wore like a monk
    and he gave me a guitar to take home

    a short healing later
    and secretly fighting
    with a nagging little doubt:
    the docs gave him 3 months.
    we give him the healing
    cause who am i to doubt god

    everyone was laughing
    and painting the sidewalks green
    on the way to their cars

    I could still taste the cacao and stevia

    and i am not sad
    but i'm cryin

    (this all just happened tonight
    and the names are SU names mostly)

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/30900186/ Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:21:20 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512332/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512332/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512332/ Our trip to the beach at Lincoln City

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512332/ Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:19:17 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29351257/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29351257/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29351257/ edit: OK, OK, I know I ran this one once before. I can't help it. I get to feeling this way once in a while.

BUTTERFLY KISSES
...admittedly, I watch lips more than I ought to. Sometimes I lie that I'm hard
of hearing.

    when you are talking
    watch my eyes
    if i am watching your mouth
    it is because i am dreaming
    of your kisses

    and what kisses must they be
    that butterflies escape from them
    and cavort inside me
    to tingle and inflame throughout

    and looking at your lips
    the beating of butterfly wings
    while you talk
    i barely hear your words

    langourous, your words float up
    butterflies in the cloud high day
    till one of them should land on my tongue:

    what would your butterfly kisses
    taste like?

    ...just then, you stop:
    Are You Listening?

    ...yes, I lie, smiling

(c)gluefish 08
Music: Synthahol by gluefish, (c)2006

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29351257/ Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:20:40 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512682/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512682/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/37512682/ Small Group Meeting At A Cafe To Discuss Homework

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    Jellyfish

    diving deep beneath the sea
    -dark and cold and silent sea
    light ahead in my lover's hand
    pointing out, for me to see,
    man-of-war, with silent strings,
    waving light, she's warning me

    from above we watch it pulse,
    propelling itself through the night,
    almost visible, thing of beauty,
    round and perfect - like her breast -
    -like the curve of my lover's back -

    -forcing my attention back -
    jellyfish illuminated,
    glowing in the pale light,
    simplicity, the will to live,
    the drive to live and reproduce.

    tapping me she bids me come
    down into the craggy rocks
    -cannot get the image out
    of her perfect, perfect form
    following behind her fins

    silently her strings surround
    and a stinging pain ensues
    followed by a rapturous
    sense of utter weightlessness
    -she surrounds me with herself

    never frightened, I submit
    for this moment I was made:
    I was meant to be her prey
    from above they watch us pulse
    propelling ourselves from the light

    thing of beauty I'm in her
    I am of her, I am her

    diving deep beneath the sea
    my lover's flashlight flickers out
    deep upon the ocean floor
    heeded not by jellyfish
    needed not by jellyfish


(c)2008 Gluefish
Music: Under the Citadel (c) 2006 gluefish

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29403368/ Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:51:31 -0700 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/28902416/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/28902416/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/28902416/

    chaque jour
    je t'observe traverser le pont
    voici, voila
    voici, voila
    parfois tu me souris
    parfois tu as un air menaçant
    et la plupart du temps
    tu feins
    tu feins de ne pas me voir

    c'est ok, mais je me demande...
    si le chat dans la boite
    est mort ou pas?
    et si je pourrais continuer à t'observer
    si ça te change un peu?

    et quelque fois
    je me demande si,
    dans le fond,
    ce n'est pas moi-même
    que j'observe
    plutôt que toi


    (c) 10/07 gluefish
    Music: klesmeritude (c)2008 gluefish

For the French-challenged among you: I watch you crossing the bridge every day. Back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes you notice me, sometimes you shoot me a dirty look. But mostly you pretend to not see me. It's OK, but I wonder: Is the cat in the box alive or dead? Would it change you a little, if I watched you? And sometimes I wonder if, in the end, it is ME who I am watching, more than you.

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/28902416/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:50:01 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29440173/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29440173/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29440173/
(c)1997 gluefish
Music: Waves (c)1997 gluefish

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29440173/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:49:33 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404790/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404790/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404790/ WHERE TO, MAC?
...the zen of cab driving lived with me the rest of my life.
    Where To, Mac?

    i don't talk like that
    really
    it's just a cabbie kind of thing
    to say

    so you're a businessman
    or visiting your daughter
    or flying in or out

    or a retiree
    fetching groceries
    i know, no tip from you
    but you're a charming
    little old lady
    and I'll help you
    with all your grocery bags

    (after my shift
    i won't remember any of you
    anyway)

    no, I'm a musician
    actor
    playwright
    dancer
    architect
    philosopher
    writer
    graduate
    law school student
    take your pick

    waiting for my big break
    got my degree
    in liberal arts
    three years ago
    still looking for
    the right job -
    nobody driving cab here
    does it as a career
    don'cha know

    no that's cool
    i like driving cab
    i learned a couple things

    like

    you never get there faster
    by driving hard

    the cheapest way
    isn't the freeway

    nobody ever says
    'follow that car'

    and you can just get by
    driving cab
    if you got something else
    going on the side

    well here you are
    yeah thanks for the tip

    (watching him drive off
    i see myself 30 years ago

    he doesn't know it now
    but he's learning his freedom
    in a cab)


(c)2008 gluefish

]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404790/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:49:23 -0800 <![CDATA[http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404669/]]> http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404669/ http://gluefish.stumbleupon.com/review/29404669/ WRITING VERSE
...Why should I write in verse today? I think it's far too hot to try to cram my
words into a form. The literary nerds down at the Border's, let 'em sit and drink
their flavored coffees while they bespew their educated bullshit at each other; I'd
personally find it much less bother to mow the lawn, avoid where flowers grew, trim
the hedges, oil a hinge, replace the tired, worn out washer for my wife, put up some
shelves and sharpen up a knife or two. In general, show I love the place. The house
itself is poetry enough. Composing verses only makes me gruff.



    Why should I write in verse today? I think
    it's far too hot to try to cram my words
    into a form. The literary nerds
    down at the Border's, let 'em sit and drink
    their flavored coffees while they bespew
    their educated bullshit at each other;
    I'd personally find it much less bother
    to mow the lawn, avoid where flowers grew,
    trim the hedges, oil a hinge, replace
    the tired, worn out washer for my wife,
    put up some shelves and sharpen up a knife
    or two. In general, show I love the place.
    The house itself is poetry enough.
    Composing verses only makes me gruff.

(c) gluefish 08

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