Boomtown13
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Hi everyone.
I've been out of the loop for a while. Haven't contributed much because of a sudden Two Months of Insanity which has descended on my life. I'm in the middle of said Two Months now. Immediate and unexpected custody of my boys, a court battle, an enormous opportunity at work, a new living situation, school interviews, nanny interviews, all this Non-TK stuff which aggravatingly forces my obsession into the backseat for a spell.
But I thought I'd pop in here, on this General Discussion board, to say hi. Good to see you all again. Hi. Hi there. Say, you look great. Hi, did you change your hair? Ho, ho, yooouuu!
So tonight, as I was falling asleep, my brain woke up to write a quick poem, but kind of not-a-poem. I want to share it with you, because you all could probably relate. Maybe. And it serves as a quasi-topic so I can ostensibly post something here while saying hi.
Hi.
*******
MY HANDS
I place my hand
on my son's back as he sleeps
his breathing deepens and slows
sleep settles more heavily in his body
his face unfurrows
I place my hand
on my lover's upturned foot as she reads on the couch
a charge shoots up her leg
she laughs and squirms
and twists into a sitting position
and challenges me with lusty eyes
I place my hand
on a coworker's shoulder
she relaxes in her chair and moans embarrassedly
she closes her eyes halfway
and I have to shush her incessant thanks
I place my hand
on my keyboard at night
and the clock on the stove
clicks the minutes till morning
*******
Did you read it slowly? It's better if you go back and read it slowly. I'm not submitting it to any contests, I'm just fascinated with the power of hands. Aren't we all, we TMFers?
Going to bed now. You know it's time to sleep when your brain becomes a battleground between mature, profound thoughts and the question "who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"
- Handtown Boompants
I've been out of the loop for a while. Haven't contributed much because of a sudden Two Months of Insanity which has descended on my life. I'm in the middle of said Two Months now. Immediate and unexpected custody of my boys, a court battle, an enormous opportunity at work, a new living situation, school interviews, nanny interviews, all this Non-TK stuff which aggravatingly forces my obsession into the backseat for a spell.
But I thought I'd pop in here, on this General Discussion board, to say hi. Good to see you all again. Hi. Hi there. Say, you look great. Hi, did you change your hair? Ho, ho, yooouuu!
So tonight, as I was falling asleep, my brain woke up to write a quick poem, but kind of not-a-poem. I want to share it with you, because you all could probably relate. Maybe. And it serves as a quasi-topic so I can ostensibly post something here while saying hi.
Hi.
*******
MY HANDS
I place my hand
on my son's back as he sleeps
his breathing deepens and slows
sleep settles more heavily in his body
his face unfurrows
I place my hand
on my lover's upturned foot as she reads on the couch
a charge shoots up her leg
she laughs and squirms
and twists into a sitting position
and challenges me with lusty eyes
I place my hand
on a coworker's shoulder
she relaxes in her chair and moans embarrassedly
she closes her eyes halfway
and I have to shush her incessant thanks
I place my hand
on my keyboard at night
and the clock on the stove
clicks the minutes till morning
*******
Did you read it slowly? It's better if you go back and read it slowly. I'm not submitting it to any contests, I'm just fascinated with the power of hands. Aren't we all, we TMFers?
Going to bed now. You know it's time to sleep when your brain becomes a battleground between mature, profound thoughts and the question "who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"
- Handtown Boompants




