rambling

38 Years Old

Twelve men broke loose in ’73
From millhaven maximum security
Twelve pictures lined up across the front page
seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage
The chief told the people they had nothing to fear
The last thing they’d wanna do is hang around here
They mostly came from towns with long French names
But one of the dozen was a hometown shame

Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall
Been one seat empty 18 years in all
Freezing slow time away from the world
He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl
He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl

We were sitting round table, heard the telephone ring
Father said he’d tell em if he saw anything
Heard the tap on the window in the middle of the night
Held back the curtains for my older brother Mike

See my sister got raped, so a man got killed
Local boy went to prison, man’s buried on the hill
Folks went back to normal when they closed the case
They still stare at their shoes when they pass our place

My mother cried “The horror has finally ceased”
He whispered “yeah, for the time being, at least”
Over his shoulder, on the squad car megaphone
Said “Let’s go Michael, son, we’re taking you home”

Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall
Been one seat empty 18 years in all
Freezing slow time away from the world
He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl
He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl

Just sitting here listening to some Hip. I’m 38 years old. Never kissed a girl. Lots of frogs tho 🙂 Still waiting for the prince . . . aww, who am I kidding, kissed a few of them too.

Last night I purchased a tree and trimmings, then proceeded to stay up half the night assembling things into what is now one mighty fine piece of Christmas in my living room. I love my tree! It’s my first one. Ever. Well I had one someplace else one year a long time ago, but it doesn’t count because it wasn’t really mine, I was just there is all. This one, this one is mine and mine alone. And it’s fucking beautiful! I’m tempted to keep it til spring.

Kidding. Kinda.

I am having an unusual time of things lately. I’m not sure what’s going on. Maybe it’s just the time of year. Maybe it’s hormonal. Maybe this permanent sinus headache has rotted my brain. Maybe I’m just stressed. Who the frig knows?! I just feel different. I’m going through a phase or something. I think it started when I chopped all my hair off. Or rather chopping all my hair off in the middle of the night was a symptom of the beginning of . . . whatever the hell this is. Or something like that. I am . . . restless.

Mood: compulsively running my fingers through my hair
Drinking: water
Listening To: fuck the pain away, peaches
Hair: mussed, and sporty according to the mighty boys . . . i don’t think that means the same thing as it would on coronation street

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Categories: rambling, state of mind

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