I wake up some mornings and I don’t know what the hell…where the hell…just what. It’s as if the word “what” has been painted on the inside of my forehead. Does that ever happen to you? If I’m rational I can recall where and when I went to bed…but it’s like I must have moved in my sleep. When I was in the Army there were these stories. I loved them. The Army had houses built on the bases for married soldiers called Personnel Married Quarters, PMQs. But like everything the military does …they chose a design and built two hundred of them…all on little identical streets. Well it’s obvious isn’t it? The stories about Harry getting hammered in the mess, staggering home kicking off the boots and laundry…up stairs and into bed with Mable…and George…who’s already there…of course, since it’s his house not Harry’s. And the stories were true (and not always accidental either).
In my case this morning, it took a minute or two to collect my wits. My own true love is away in Italy…I had rolled onto her side of the bed…and the world does look different from there…but the fact that she wasn’t there was the “what” number one. I looked over the side to see if she’d rolled out of bed…ridiculous!
It was only a moment of disorientation but somehow it made me try harder to wake up. It was almost like I needed to be ready in case some other reality had changed over night. Used to happen often back in my druggie days. Reality could change in minutes…still can.
Summer’s over…the day is rank grey and cold…the red moon has come and gone…along with the Pope. Seems like the seasons are having a WTF moment. The suits are sneering across the power tables and our politicians are rat fucking each other while smiling and shaking hands at bogus “debates”. I’m looking for a warm sweater and hoping that none of these guys gets elected…Now that would be a reality change. Maybe I should go back to bed.
Chagal4's Blog 
September 30, 2015 at 5:29 pm |
My bed here is so small that I can’t even think of rolling in it otherwise for sure I will fall off. Love
November 9, 2015 at 5:03 pm |
I don’t know what it is about your art, but I sure do love it! I keep on wondering what that man is looking at off the canvas.