banquet.

here are some great joni mitchell lyrics from her 1972 ‘for the roses’ album that i found appropriate for today:

BANQUET

come to the dinner gong/the table is laden high/fat bellies and hungry little ones/tuck your napkins in/and take your share/some get the gravy/and some get the gristle/some get the marrow bone/and some get nothing/though there’s plenty to spare

i took my share down by the sea/paper plates and javex bottles on the tide/seagulls come down/and they squeak at me/down where the water-skiers glide

some turn to jesus/and some turn to heroin/some turn to rambling round/looking for a clean sky/and a drinking stream/some watch the paint peel off/some watch their kids grow up/some watch their stocks and bonds/waiting for that big deal/american dream

i took my dream down by the sea/yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine/and logs and sails/and shell oil pails/dogs and tugs and summertime/back in the banquet line/angry young people crying

who let the greedy in/and who left the needy out/who made this salty soup/tell him we’re very hungry now/for a sweeter fare/in the cookie i read/’some get the gravy’/'and some get the gristle’/’some get the marrow bone’/'and some get nothing’/'though there’s plenty to spare’

alligator dream. thanksgiving eve.

my mom and i were walking through a typical floridian park. there was a boardwalk over a clear, shallow lake and we were walking straight across it. off to the left was a shelter on the shore where a family was having a party. for some reason, i ended up jumping into the water and decided to swim to the opposite shore. some of the kids yelled but i had done this 100 times; didn’t they know that? as i approached the sandy shore, the bottom of the lake started to move and i realized i was swimming towards a congregation of alligators that had been laying on the lake floor, covered by sand. they, of course, all started swimming towards me and i panicked and tried to find where the path would be to swim away from them and to the shore. they came closer and closer and were swimming underneath me. then i woke up.

accidental me.

that’s my hand. those aren’t my high waters.

they shoot pipers, don’t they?

i heard they might be axing the scottish bag piper act from dunedin schools. scotland the meek? 

this solitary palm is from the causeway.

smith street is whack.

this popped outta nowhere after a night spent watching ’strangers with candy.’

i don’t do clowns.

Sorry, but you are looking for something that isn’t here.