Frank

December 10 2012

I fall asleep for a few minutes and I now have a pet alligator. I can't quite figure out if it's an alligator or a crocodile so I just call him Frank the giant lizard. Frank sleeps in the backyard near the old airplane radiators that still let out a faint heat even years after they have been disconnected. Frank likes being by himself most of the time but occasionally he likes a conversation every once in a while. Today he is especially talkative, telling me about how he thinks the sun and moon were once brother and sister.

Now I'm driving my grandpas beat up Ford heading to an unknown destination while the engine screeches and moans. The cab is filled with the smell of fried foods, I don't know why. Judging from the color of the sunlight on my lap, it's three hours past noon, it's been three hours past noon all day now.

The drive is a long one, passing by lots of unidentifiable houses and neighborhoods. My right front tire just went flat but I'm too scared to stop in the middle of nowhere so I keep driving on this flat. As I'm on the road I'm thinking of Frank the giant lizard and wondering if he has enough water and food at home.

The cab is now unbearable with the smell of fried foods, I can't take it anymore, I'm waking up.

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December 4 2012 daily note

Childhood

When I was a child I knew red miners

dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.

I saw them come down red hills to their camps

dyed with red dust from old Ishkooda mines.

Night after night I met them on the roads,

or on the streets in town I caught their glance;

the swing of dinner buckets in their hands,

and grumbling undermining all their words.

I also lived in low cotton country

where moonlight hovered over ripe haystacks,

or stumps of trees, and croppers’ rotting shacks

with famine, terror, flood, and plague near by;

where sentiment and hatred still held sway

and only bitter land was washed away.

- Margaret Walker

Knowing When

Never knowing

Hayward, Ca.
January 2010

Beach House- Walk In The Park

The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore
The name that you call in its place isn't waiting for your embrace
The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore

In a matter of time, it would slip through my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip through my mind
In a matter of time

reality

Remember that one time

June 2011

Remember that one time Toph had a funny muzzle.