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latest text update
07/21/2008
victim # 4235

"here's another bunch of ignorant shit..."

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What dreams may come...shall go right here on this page, or one just like it. George Carlin has passed on, but still, everyone needs a little place for their stuff. This is mine, for now. Welcome back, or for the first time.

Once upon a time I used to write a lot: poems, dreams, stories; in journals, notebooks, cocktail napkins, clipboards loaded with paper stolen from the printer feed tray. Now I am writing again, and it is good to find my voice and spit it out to my audience of one: my own damn self.

UPDATE: I bit the bullet and went to Wordpress: froggacuda.wordpress.com where I have put up all my poetry, writings, music, mixes, and even a Monster Zero page. Check it out!


  Achille's Heel

    6/9/2008

This is the slow motion
Of my Achille's tendon unravelling.
Dimly I am aware
   of something wrong
   of terrible, horrible things impending
   and that this is gonna hurt.
Again.

SNAP!
Scream.
Pain and agony.
My leg!
Ambulance on the way.
Stay calm -- it's going to be alright.
You'll get medical attention.
Sirens and first aid.
Professionals stitching me back together.
Drugs (prescribed) and an IV drip.
Crutches.
Going home.
Rehabilitation and sympathy.
More pain, wearing away like water on stone.
And one day, I'm OK again.
I'll appreciate my mobility and the experience.

But right now
   in this relationship
All I can hear is the snap
And the snake of something crucial
   something vaguely central
      internal
Unravelling.

-- thee Froggacuda  06/28/2008


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