[ it's been difficult to blog here lately. just been busy i guess. i've noticed that i've been spending a lot of time with my boys this autumn. man, it feels good. ]
i’m realizing it’s so much easier to post “just words,” but i finally got around to some color. here are some random shots from the past three months or so…
the boys had a monday off recently so we reaped the opportunity to get some princeboy-time in at the aquarium.
this was the real fun for me. i like to take advantage of the times when we don’t have a woman around to really teach the boys about life. we parked it next to a homeless guy on some grass to eat lunch. i’m trying to eliminate their fear for worldly fear early on.
i like to donate a few bucks once in a while. ha!
halloween this year…
speed racer and sarah palin. classic.
one evening while noah was at cub scouts, ezra and i snuck out to catch a cal state fullerton soccer game. tuffy loved him.
both the boys played soccer for the first time with the fullerton rangers.
i had noah at home for two days of bonding. unfortunately it was because he was sick, but nevertheless, it was bonding time. here he is at the doctors getting a breathing treatment.
apparently this is the view my boys see me in. one of them took this, i can’t remember.
just the other night we went to the fullerton museum. they love the fender exhibit. i mean looove it! this is the power rocket boys, by the way.
the nine-to-five can’t promise enough. a
burden that only pays for the wood-shingled roof.
come nine p.m. the moonlit macintosh weapons
are exposed as the kids close their eye lids.
jumping into camouflage boxers. and sliding
between the office doors like a detective.
no one sees. or hears. but of the shadows. and clicks.
as the late minutes tick. hunting down tomorrows meal.
it’s three a.m. only remembering how to survive.
the glass of merlot triggers the right side
of a brain that just worked eight hours of mundane
repetitious, politically vicious, corporate templates.
free. flow. relax. go. paper. throw. horizon’s glow.
maybe writing to distract. procrastinating. break.
one. logo. two. brochure. catalog. tradeshow booth.
it’s not easy. this freelance work.
sunrise. knocked out three projects of five.
one hour of billing while mama is yelling
to see what the boys want to eat. choices.
oh choices. coffee. cream. a two-grand invoice.
blood-shot eyes instead of last night’s infra-red.
disguised as half dead. happy. brainless place ahead.
there’s nothing left to do. rushing. through-with.
pick up. left off. put down. right on.
it’s been months now. thirteen of them.
moving forward through the land of freedom.
no one questions. but no
one answers
either.
picking up a job here. and there, to
use the Internet. and brush one’s teeth.
making money to pay for haircuts and a
gym membership to 24-hour fitness.
an ungroomed face in the workplace. out-of-control beard.
means creativity except still labeled displaced. weird.
no job today. organizing the trunk. center console. glove box.
and back seat in the La Rioja milk crate-filled back alley.
the bike. one-speed.
on the rack. three-settings.
afixed to the trunk. the home.
5-speed.
late night local.
inhabiting the number
eighteen treadmill.
and shower stall number 1.
no one questions. but no
one answers
either.
heading back home to the 5-speed.
wondering. lost. wanting. thoughts.
a vision. to find.
reverse.
