it's been raining hard for days now
after having rained for a week with a brief sunny escape in which we thought
aaah finally summer and then the cold and gray came back again
ive had my heat on for crying out loud and its june already
rain rain rain
im starting to feel like noah
ive got the two cats
and with la cubana makes two women
now ill need two men..ok ok ill take spike from buffy the vampire slayer
and brad pitt (what can i say im a sucker for pretty blondes)
okay now i need hmm two rock stars...ok hmm give me cortney love and
hmm peter gabriel
now ill need two writers thats easy...ill take maya angelou and then ill resurrent
Tennessee Williams from the grave
hey its my wish list ill resurrect if i have to
oh shit if we're resurrecting then i want to switch brad pitt for Rudolph valentino
aww hell
im not noah
i cant even bang in a nail
let alone build an ark
i tried to build an ark once
i was hmm oh about 7 and had the made the decision that i was going to leave my family..so i went in the backyard and took all the new wood my dad had bought to build a shed or some such thing and i went back there every day after school and hammered them together until id built what i thought was a killer raft
my plan was to drag this monstrosity the half mile to the beach, pull it into the ocean and sail away from my family
but I got busted by dad
man was he pissed
sheeesh I’d never seen fire come out of a person before
I was like sent to my room for a millennium
Then I switched to plan B which entailed stealing his travelers checks so I could escape first class rather than huckleberry style
You might say I had a dysfunctional childhood..
But back to the rain..
i dont know if this is a global warming thing
or a god is mad at us thing
or a we're just an unlucky group of losers thing
or a the north-east needed some water thing
or a there was a half price sale on water in the sky thing
but damn
this just isnt funny anymore
even my cats are getting depressed and they're house cats
i went back to work on an old self portrait that turned into a bad version of dorian gray in reverse
and after working on it thru the night in this cold dark sad weather
i turned it into a portrait of a dead lady floating under water with white sea-weed in her hair
actually
i kinda like it
i think im gonna call it
rain drop
anyway
im gonna close my eyes now
and pretend the sun is out
and the birds are singing
and the the world is smiling
and some big bad butch built the damn ark for me
and put in room service and
cheesy las vegas style lounge acts
and an open bar
while they were at it
