The Shark abides The fairy ride
Posted: February 24th, 2009, 6:10 pm
I probably wouldn’t have dropped by The Dragon house before I took the ferry, if I knew the boat situation would be of an Asian character.
Friend of mine lives in that house. And it tends to be lugubrious. But I was early for the ride, and I didn’t wanna wait on the quay. It was a another snow storm, and this time it was no baby.
Obviously the dragon house invited in. round the table. And where the hell had I been the last months? Come waltzing in here! Abide the peace pipe, there stranger! And you know, the shark abides. The shark abides.
There where like 250 cars entering the ferry as I walked along the promenade. That freaked me out. But I seemed to forget bout it all the time. I was hilarious about this weather! I was damn near running! And those little devilish nails of whites hammering on my face, the only place accessible, where tiny lashes of wipping fairyes from wonderland. they tried to keep me from leavin! But they knew not the pleasure I felt sticking my head out, and that it was this cute pain that kept me going. Smiling. Receiving the words of a new song. I was still mumbling the lyrics to myself as I sat down among the travellers.
I closed the notebook. Looked up. Remembered the crowd. I was sitting head on‘em, havin’ grabbed the chair with my back against the front. Port. isn’t it? Sitting face to them. 30-40 people if it wasn’t a hundred! It was a wide lounge. And my head was so very far away. It was on the way. It was already there. I didn’t move and inch. But regaining some sense, it really got carried away. I saw myself sitting there. I was nothing. Who was I?
A 39 year old fork lift rider on the storm? A fotball supporter with his scarf around his mouth?! A damn good fucking guitar player! The proudest father in the room. On his way to the man. The drummer, across the fjord to check out his homemade wine and maybe fall asleep by some campfire in the snow, by the water, looking over to that miserable, little town. Thinking she looks mighty fine in that glow. Ahh, Im ramblin again’... But you know, it all ended up with me feeling pretty fucking good about …well, whatever. Everything! Hell, I even took out the pad, and wrote it down! You wanna know what I wrote? “ it’s all about you, isn’t it?”… yeah. And in my sickness reading these muttering word, I came to realize no one was watching me. They had me figured out. Besides they had each other, and that was a hole lot more than I could show for. I opened a beer. Its really not a thing to do over here, but I guess I just fulfilled theyr prophecy. I was representing that group. We where all there, represented. I thought I was a pretty good candidate.
A young woman texting on the mobile. To young. To elderly sleeping on each others shoulders. A man my age still writing on the mac. Pulling his sweater a bit closer round his neck. A woman in her fifties with on hand on the purse, smiling at me. Yeah they where there. The clan. But I couldn’t forget.All I wrote about was “me“. My life, my self, me mine, my fucking cat!
where was the wisdom of cecil? the pation of Goldenmyst? had my Phantaistic widd of life vanished? the dorreen ability to give more than she gets. Hesters empathy? Rods bullshit. damn. the romance breathing like a smilegirl winternight. I pondered for a minute. upon this. smilegirl. the winternight.
it was impossible to look out the windows. it was all black mirrors. 10 minutes before arrival, everyone left. i asked the waitress, brushing the tables, what the hell that was about. its still 10 minutes left. this is what she said:
I guess youre the only Mossing on board then. we had a holiday if you havent noticed. and then she smiled at me. i swear i saw it.
then it was just me sitting there. left to die. I, me, mine.
Anyway, I got over there, and you know the rest.
Shure was a fine weekend, though.
Friend of mine lives in that house. And it tends to be lugubrious. But I was early for the ride, and I didn’t wanna wait on the quay. It was a another snow storm, and this time it was no baby.
Obviously the dragon house invited in. round the table. And where the hell had I been the last months? Come waltzing in here! Abide the peace pipe, there stranger! And you know, the shark abides. The shark abides.
There where like 250 cars entering the ferry as I walked along the promenade. That freaked me out. But I seemed to forget bout it all the time. I was hilarious about this weather! I was damn near running! And those little devilish nails of whites hammering on my face, the only place accessible, where tiny lashes of wipping fairyes from wonderland. they tried to keep me from leavin! But they knew not the pleasure I felt sticking my head out, and that it was this cute pain that kept me going. Smiling. Receiving the words of a new song. I was still mumbling the lyrics to myself as I sat down among the travellers.
I closed the notebook. Looked up. Remembered the crowd. I was sitting head on‘em, havin’ grabbed the chair with my back against the front. Port. isn’t it? Sitting face to them. 30-40 people if it wasn’t a hundred! It was a wide lounge. And my head was so very far away. It was on the way. It was already there. I didn’t move and inch. But regaining some sense, it really got carried away. I saw myself sitting there. I was nothing. Who was I?
A 39 year old fork lift rider on the storm? A fotball supporter with his scarf around his mouth?! A damn good fucking guitar player! The proudest father in the room. On his way to the man. The drummer, across the fjord to check out his homemade wine and maybe fall asleep by some campfire in the snow, by the water, looking over to that miserable, little town. Thinking she looks mighty fine in that glow. Ahh, Im ramblin again’... But you know, it all ended up with me feeling pretty fucking good about …well, whatever. Everything! Hell, I even took out the pad, and wrote it down! You wanna know what I wrote? “ it’s all about you, isn’t it?”… yeah. And in my sickness reading these muttering word, I came to realize no one was watching me. They had me figured out. Besides they had each other, and that was a hole lot more than I could show for. I opened a beer. Its really not a thing to do over here, but I guess I just fulfilled theyr prophecy. I was representing that group. We where all there, represented. I thought I was a pretty good candidate.
A young woman texting on the mobile. To young. To elderly sleeping on each others shoulders. A man my age still writing on the mac. Pulling his sweater a bit closer round his neck. A woman in her fifties with on hand on the purse, smiling at me. Yeah they where there. The clan. But I couldn’t forget.All I wrote about was “me“. My life, my self, me mine, my fucking cat!
where was the wisdom of cecil? the pation of Goldenmyst? had my Phantaistic widd of life vanished? the dorreen ability to give more than she gets. Hesters empathy? Rods bullshit. damn. the romance breathing like a smilegirl winternight. I pondered for a minute. upon this. smilegirl. the winternight.
it was impossible to look out the windows. it was all black mirrors. 10 minutes before arrival, everyone left. i asked the waitress, brushing the tables, what the hell that was about. its still 10 minutes left. this is what she said:
I guess youre the only Mossing on board then. we had a holiday if you havent noticed. and then she smiled at me. i swear i saw it.
then it was just me sitting there. left to die. I, me, mine.
Anyway, I got over there, and you know the rest.
Shure was a fine weekend, though.
