When Mercury lost his groove...

[thedarksiren2]

all went right with the world.
not necessarily correct, mind you
that is subjective, and to be left for another time.

when i was a kid
i would sit beneath the giant oak tree in our front yard
collecting ants for my ant-farm.
i remember their trails, and how fascinated i was
watching them for hours.

the day would end with them near the bottom of the "farm"
and my hands smelled like battery acid.

acorns were important.
very. important.
i would collect them like golden treasure
they were the best of good-luck charms
sometimes equal to currency
except for when marbles were involved

the only protection i had
to guard my acorns
were the aquamarine-colored fish
from the bushes in the backyard
and the rotten oranges
that always made the air a little sweeter
than what i imagine it should have been.

these were the best arsenal a six or seven year old had at her disposal
aside from boulders, anyway.

If I had an acorn tonight
I would have given it to kajmal
as a good luck charm
sans battery-acid fingertips
lethal fishies
and over-ripened Valencia
for his long ride home.

Safe travels, my friend.
(((HUGZ!)))

Comments

[kajmal.livejournal.com]

Mmm... battery acid finger tips.

I said "sans"...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

Sans battery acid fingertips!
~;P

I am glad you made it home OK.

Re: I said "sans"...

[kajmal.livejournal.com]

I never made any mention of agreeing with you on that point. I was making my own. :-P

Yep, back to life at the grind... hopefully made a little less.. um.. grinding for now. :)

yay! thanks for.. um.. being cool.

Re: I said "sans"...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

see, now all I can think about is that awful movie, When We Were Soldiers, and the legs and the stuff and the...ewww!

A li'l less, yes -- but a little is a lot when it's in the right spot, I say!~8)

Thankies back atcha...or...um...somefin'.