Casitas picanos, our destination home,
Away from city lights to roam.
I left LBC, Northtown hood, to find a place
of peace, and good.
Borrego Springs, remote and fun,
A tragic sight there in the sun!
The shoes hung limp for all to see
A territory marked, and not coyot' pee!
The gang had struck, the shoes rot claim,
The space about to be marked and maimed.
Crips, NO...Bloods...Could it be??
Those saddle shoes had cleats, O-M-Geee!!!
The junta struck, Borrego style..
Hung their mark, rose my bile!
Gray muggings vex, Golf cart drive-bys?
Nine iron thugs, OH MY, MY, MY!!!
Wedge weilding assassins mess my mind,
How could this be, is it a sign?
Of times to come and desert tears,
Where I go, there too go my fears!
Give me back that good old day,
When I could run from the ghetto fray.
North or South, East or West,
There YOU go and there's no rest!
So here I'll go, three wood at my side,
I'll fight my way back...No! I won't hide.
Borrego Days aren't you gone for now,
I've lost perspective here somehow.
My heart is clearing, my mind coming to rest.
Shoes won't take away my Borrego's Best!
Pic's attached, as you can see...
The shoes are there for all, the key...
To territory bush and sand,
I'll take it back in my own hand.
They don't scare me, they never did.
An aging gangster's still just a kid,
Mis-guided, grim humans, act in pain.
Their game's just not par, hood or lane!
I take back my place of glare and grace,
Loafers won't make me move or pace.
My breath is calm, the mayhem past.
They're only shoes, the die's not cast.
Borrego Springs is back I feel.
MY HOOD, no matter where, is REAL!
So, take this with ya', and step up to Carlee's Bar,,,
No matter where ya' go..There ya' ARE!!!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Desert Wind
Desert wind scours your soul,
Borrego heat bakes marrow, splits and ends resolve,
Steamy sunset, upsets - then settles equilibrium,
Searing Sand, it's own master, enter at your risk...
If you dare,
Ebony Heat - light of my life, sustenance and sorcery
Desert desertion, exhaustion, completion...this desert - my home.
Solitude warps the years, ages, eons,
Desert Twister succors soul - ready for tragedy, triumph...
Pink and quickened the sun's peachy setting... essense awaits the night and IF the day?
Borrego heat bakes marrow, splits and ends resolve,
Steamy sunset, upsets - then settles equilibrium,
Searing Sand, it's own master, enter at your risk...
If you dare,
Ebony Heat - light of my life, sustenance and sorcery
Desert desertion, exhaustion, completion...this desert - my home.
Solitude warps the years, ages, eons,
Desert Twister succors soul - ready for tragedy, triumph...
Pink and quickened the sun's peachy setting... essense awaits the night and IF the day?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Statin'-Island
Statin', statin', who's got the statin?
My Statin' Doll, I say, I say, My Statin' Doll, Goin' up Chicago way.. takin' Statin' Island train......
Statin' at the station and I'm waitin' on the Robert E. Lee..
Goin' to Texas wearin' my Bigg-o-Statin' hat...
Statin' your business or get outta line!
Statin' your name, just your name, this is the SBI...(Statin Bureau of Investigation)
What Statin' do you live in....?
Cholesterol California mister, just takin' the Statin' line to the Orange Blossom state..in...
My Statin', did I say.... I'm now... a-My Statin' doll, couldn't get it together with the diet and 'size,
so I'm goin' to the statin' gonna get some o' mine!!!!
My Statin' Doll, that's me today, my Statin' Doll, my liver say...take me to the station, get some exercise, 'Cause I'm goin' to the Rx for my Statin-ize!!!
My Statin' Doll, I say, I say, my Statin' doll, today I say: "Live a little longer due to Statins" MY!!!
Did I bother to say, my Dr. just put me on a Statin-med because my Cholesterol made her eyes pop!!
My little liv-a es soooo happy tonight...because I'm a new Statin' Doll!!
More diet, more exercise, more pills...love livin', but I hate the price!
Statin' at the station gonna catch the "S" train.
Statin' Girl...OUT
My Statin' Doll, I say, I say, My Statin' Doll, Goin' up Chicago way.. takin' Statin' Island train......
Statin' at the station and I'm waitin' on the Robert E. Lee..
Goin' to Texas wearin' my Bigg-o-Statin' hat...
Statin' your business or get outta line!
Statin' your name, just your name, this is the SBI...(Statin Bureau of Investigation)
What Statin' do you live in....?
Cholesterol California mister, just takin' the Statin' line to the Orange Blossom state..in...
My Statin', did I say.... I'm now... a-My Statin' doll, couldn't get it together with the diet and 'size,
so I'm goin' to the statin' gonna get some o' mine!!!!
My Statin' Doll, that's me today, my Statin' Doll, my liver say...take me to the station, get some exercise, 'Cause I'm goin' to the Rx for my Statin-ize!!!
My Statin' Doll, I say, I say, my Statin' doll, today I say: "Live a little longer due to Statins" MY!!!
Did I bother to say, my Dr. just put me on a Statin-med because my Cholesterol made her eyes pop!!
My little liv-a es soooo happy tonight...because I'm a new Statin' Doll!!
More diet, more exercise, more pills...love livin', but I hate the price!
Statin' at the station gonna catch the "S" train.
Statin' Girl...OUT
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Depression 101
Well, I finally had it. Like a bad pimple or the flu, I sort of enjoyed it while it was here, got to feel real sorry for myself for awhile. I had anticipated, even prepared myself for it. I was warned, such a big change can bring you down. So, I expected it and relished it for the few brief hours that it lasted, then was very relieved when the funk hit the highway and went on it's way. The Retirement Blues! I got 'em and I got 'em bad, if ever so briefly!
I think it started when I had to stop by the School Board Building and visit my former boss's office to pick up the last remnant of my "former life". The picture of Dooley, my final assignment, my last school, my baby, the one I got to start from the ground up. The picture is stark, gray and white with an ecru border, signed by now former colleagues. About as sincere and uplifting as a guestbook at a funeral. I put it on the floor behind my desk; then I read the salutations and faced it toward the wall. Eventually, I put it in the garage. I can't imagine wanting to hang it up, but then I think it's silly to glom on to the past. I never adorned my office walls with my diploma's, seemed redundant.
For most of my life, I knew it was silly to hang on to the past. You know; "No matter where you go, there you are, Press-on regardless, Stiff upper-lip", and all those cheery platitudes. That was until that afternoon, when I slumped into the depths of a wallow!! The lump in my throat slowly turned to tear streaked anger, I wanted my old life back! Instead of a being a well dressed, manicured principal, I've been schlepping around all summer in tatty shorts and t-shirts, nursing my husband's new knee.
It was one of those surreal, dual image times, when my emotional, weepy-self was all deep into self-pity and angst and my superior, silly, thinking-self was laughing her ass off about what it exactly was that I was missing.
Angst self: "I want to sleep in my old room with my squeaky husband, snoozing happily beside me."
Ass laughing self: "He has a titanium knee, tosses, flips, sighs and pops up at all kinds of creepy hours; plus your 'blue room' is cozy, cool, comfortable and allows you 8-10 uninterrupted hours of sleep each and every glorious night." Slap face not ass over that one!
Angst self: "I want my old job and friends and purpose back."
Ass laughing self: "Bitch, moan, whine, test scores suck, "Do more with less", no Vice Principal this year, and oh, by the way, you suck too... and could you kindly let 17 of you best teachers know they won't have a job next year and yeah, take good care of yourself, you'll be making 20% less too!!
Uh-huh, like I'll miss that?"
Angst self: "I want my former life, wardrobe, overworked and under-appreciated status again."
Ass laughing self: "Have another glass of wine and it's only 3:30 in the afternoon...duty-time at Dooley...Hummmm...chasing middle school hoodlums or reading on the porch. HAH!" No-brainer!
Angst self: "Oh, woe is me!
Ass laughing self: "Oh, just shut up!"
Angst self: "But, it feels good to cry."
Ass laughing self: " If you want something to cry about, watch a sad movie, your life don' suck, and you've got cable!!"
So, ultimately, my sinuses cleared; I slept 11 hours straight; had happy dreams and woke up to an exceedingly happy life, adoring husband and all the Newman's Own Breakfast Blend Coffee and Clos du Bois I can drink.
My depression was short lived and thank god I've got that ass-slapping funny girl still inside me to set the record straight. Now, on to start yet another book, watch a silly movie, massage Babboo's sore knee, drink some hot coffee, and cool the wine for our patio time this afternoon!!
Again, it don't get any better than this Harlow! What was I thinking?!?
Peace-out!
I think it started when I had to stop by the School Board Building and visit my former boss's office to pick up the last remnant of my "former life". The picture of Dooley, my final assignment, my last school, my baby, the one I got to start from the ground up. The picture is stark, gray and white with an ecru border, signed by now former colleagues. About as sincere and uplifting as a guestbook at a funeral. I put it on the floor behind my desk; then I read the salutations and faced it toward the wall. Eventually, I put it in the garage. I can't imagine wanting to hang it up, but then I think it's silly to glom on to the past. I never adorned my office walls with my diploma's, seemed redundant.
For most of my life, I knew it was silly to hang on to the past. You know; "No matter where you go, there you are, Press-on regardless, Stiff upper-lip", and all those cheery platitudes. That was until that afternoon, when I slumped into the depths of a wallow!! The lump in my throat slowly turned to tear streaked anger, I wanted my old life back! Instead of a being a well dressed, manicured principal, I've been schlepping around all summer in tatty shorts and t-shirts, nursing my husband's new knee.
It was one of those surreal, dual image times, when my emotional, weepy-self was all deep into self-pity and angst and my superior, silly, thinking-self was laughing her ass off about what it exactly was that I was missing.
Angst self: "I want to sleep in my old room with my squeaky husband, snoozing happily beside me."
Ass laughing self: "He has a titanium knee, tosses, flips, sighs and pops up at all kinds of creepy hours; plus your 'blue room' is cozy, cool, comfortable and allows you 8-10 uninterrupted hours of sleep each and every glorious night." Slap face not ass over that one!
Angst self: "I want my old job and friends and purpose back."
Ass laughing self: "Bitch, moan, whine, test scores suck, "Do more with less", no Vice Principal this year, and oh, by the way, you suck too... and could you kindly let 17 of you best teachers know they won't have a job next year and yeah, take good care of yourself, you'll be making 20% less too!!
Uh-huh, like I'll miss that?"
Angst self: "I want my former life, wardrobe, overworked and under-appreciated status again."
Ass laughing self: "Have another glass of wine and it's only 3:30 in the afternoon...duty-time at Dooley...Hummmm...chasing middle school hoodlums or reading on the porch. HAH!" No-brainer!
Angst self: "Oh, woe is me!
Ass laughing self: "Oh, just shut up!"
Angst self: "But, it feels good to cry."
Ass laughing self: " If you want something to cry about, watch a sad movie, your life don' suck, and you've got cable!!"
So, ultimately, my sinuses cleared; I slept 11 hours straight; had happy dreams and woke up to an exceedingly happy life, adoring husband and all the Newman's Own Breakfast Blend Coffee and Clos du Bois I can drink.
My depression was short lived and thank god I've got that ass-slapping funny girl still inside me to set the record straight. Now, on to start yet another book, watch a silly movie, massage Babboo's sore knee, drink some hot coffee, and cool the wine for our patio time this afternoon!!
Again, it don't get any better than this Harlow! What was I thinking?!?
Peace-out!
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