Saturday, June 09, 2007
let our bodies be twisted but never our minds
(to Wayne... and brighter days)
when we were in love
we danced and dreamed
and when we touched
our passion screamed
then you dropped the axe on me
and my head was on the block
I craved so much to call you back
but we could never talk
I cried for a day or two,
my tear trax made a dark stain
which covered everything I owned:
my heart, my health, soul, and brain
but then I stopped the rainfall
and fought to see the sun
then you came back to hurt me --
my troubles have re-begun
make up your mind, you bastard
quit messing with my head
I want you or I want out
for all those tears I've bled.
This last week's stupidity has been my left foot and how it got messed up. Last Tuesday while Chrome and I were sitting around, these two young women walked by my house in a state of attention-grabbing garb. Obliging, I grabbed my camera out of my office and went out the front door to snap a shot. And when my left foot landed on the porch, it went sideways or something and down I went into the lawn. I was laughing too hard at the rediculousness of my foot going out on me -- I did not trip!! -- to feel anything at that moment, and I hobbled it to the front yard to take that picture, which worked out better than expected because the sweatpants one of them was wearing fell to her knees mid-stride. (White shorts underneath, don't get excited, but this is the sort of thing friends on Flickr have referred to as "the dangers of low-rise" or said that she's a "fashion-victim".) In the hours after the mishap, my ankle swelled up considerably and began to hurt -- and let me tell you, walking wasn't the real problem, the positions one's foot gets into while one is on their knees or crouching to glue tiles to brick was. In the days after the mishap, parts of my foot have bruised up, and my wife matched the color of the edge of my foot where the blood has welled up to the "wisteria" crayon in the Crayola box of 64. Say what you will but I want my kitchen to match my foot... that's practically the color we've decided on painting it in the future. I can finally feel my ankle bones again so the swelling must be subsiding.
The finished product will be really dandy!!
Poor, poor foot. May it heal quickly.