Allister...

...is my friend who writes poetry. This is a test. This is only a test.

Lustful Synapses

I have empted the bin

that barely had

enough room

I could squeeze in

beside your screams

hardly knew

that you could speak

outside of saw blades

against my nerves

it’s the crackle

snap

or the crunch,

and sometimes

sluck, sluck, sluck.

oh shit

did we touch?

I can’t remember

Did you impress my sensation rod?

I cherish the ones that can

there is a podium where they all

wait to be visited

sitting cross-legged

holding themselves

small so more can

be slushed onto the center

reinvoked a lustful steam

of memory flashy

and back to intensity

of sensation

the outward upsurge

of stiffing

that is a recall to moment

both tingling and exuberant

the crackle of our synapses

snap of the bed springs

the crunch of foil

and the sluck, sluck, sluck

of one entering another

The Approaching End

All regimes come to an end, and the passing of the torch from one yearbook staff to the next is like the end of an empire. In this case, Ranae, the current editor-in-chief, has been on staff for 3 years...she is like my niece (not a daughter, she has a perfectly capable mother) and best friend too. We confide in each other, and we work together very well. She has been coming in for a couple hours every day she can, but she juggles several jobs and friends and so we haven't been putting in the marathon hours we have needed to do in order to get this book done.

That's probably why I haven't blogged very much. I'm trying very hard not to care that the book is in bad shape....still haven't resolved the cover copyright problem, have a bunch of pages here to proof and send back, and there are still completely BLANK pages that were blown off by previous staff members...and Ranae's going off to college on Wednesday.

That means Kiwi, the new editor-in-chief, will have to take over and finish the book. AND SHE COULDN'T FIT YEARBOOK INTO HER SCHEDULE THIS YEAR. The girl is involved in everything, valedictorian with hard classes, and she just couldn't fit it in. But she still wants to do the job, so we squeezed in an independent study class in the mornings, where she will be able to slowly make progress on the book.

The new yearbook staff will begin proofing last year's yearbook on the second day of class...and I hope to get it done before my birthday, which is 10-4. That's how late we were my first year here. The school is getting used to not getting their books until Thanksgiving, so I'm trying very hard not to get my tummy in knots and avoid sleepless nights.

I am doing a very good job.

I think.