Stranded.3 - Melt
Jan. 31st, 2005 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonSunday:
I wake up and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
It sounds like rain on the roof but it's just the world melting around me.
Walk to the store to get a MARTA pass. Everythings back to normal. The streets have regained traction, the leaves are free of their icey burden, streams trickle down the gutters and gather in puddles down the corner. There are scattered signs of the storm that passed. On Valley Bluff Rd a fallen tree is caught and held by the phone wires across the street. It creates a guillotine effect and the cars drive slowly under it, excercising a rare caution. Every lawn has patches of ice left and the streets and roads are filled with shattered branches. The most telling effect is that the air is cleaner from the reduced automotive activity of the last two days.
I come home. I take down the trash. I bring up the mail. Clean the bathroom. Do some laundry. The phone doesn't ring and no one answers my calls. The roomies are gone. Alone. The most wonderful and horrible feeling in the world. I sit in my room and get drunk on a cheap bottle of Merlot. I fire up my decks and DJ for the cats. Most cats will dance to anything really, but these cats have a paticular fondness for the Clash, Pixies and Concrete Blonde. I oblige them drinking the wine straight from the bottle now- wino style. I chain smoke in Lotus posistion in front of my decks. The Ganesh statues stare at me, elephant heads looking at me like i'm some kind of sad, friendless fuck. I shrug helplessly to them and keep on playing. The cats are tired now and the alcohol is starting to seep into the quiet parts of me- I switch to Robert Johnson, Leonard Cohen & throw in some of the "O'brother" soundtrack. The ghosts in the house pass by me invisibly. It's dark outside my window. I turn everything off and stumble over to the living room to watch the Simpsons.
I pass out in front of the TV.
I have a weird dream. I forget most of it but the ending. I'm trying to clean out my room and I find my old "Hawkman" Superpowers(tm) action figure inside a pair of old shoes I'm about to throw out. I had forgotten about this toy. I squeeze his legs and a pair of gray plastic wings flap.
I don't know why this makes me sad, but then I realize i've gotten him back to late. I'm to old to play with action figures.
I wake up to the NEWS, eat dinner, watch more TV and stumble to bed.
I'm staring at the ceiling. The cadence of the melting ice falling down on the roof lulls me back to sleep.
I wake up and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
It sounds like rain on the roof but it's just the world melting around me.
Walk to the store to get a MARTA pass. Everythings back to normal. The streets have regained traction, the leaves are free of their icey burden, streams trickle down the gutters and gather in puddles down the corner. There are scattered signs of the storm that passed. On Valley Bluff Rd a fallen tree is caught and held by the phone wires across the street. It creates a guillotine effect and the cars drive slowly under it, excercising a rare caution. Every lawn has patches of ice left and the streets and roads are filled with shattered branches. The most telling effect is that the air is cleaner from the reduced automotive activity of the last two days.
I come home. I take down the trash. I bring up the mail. Clean the bathroom. Do some laundry. The phone doesn't ring and no one answers my calls. The roomies are gone. Alone. The most wonderful and horrible feeling in the world. I sit in my room and get drunk on a cheap bottle of Merlot. I fire up my decks and DJ for the cats. Most cats will dance to anything really, but these cats have a paticular fondness for the Clash, Pixies and Concrete Blonde. I oblige them drinking the wine straight from the bottle now- wino style. I chain smoke in Lotus posistion in front of my decks. The Ganesh statues stare at me, elephant heads looking at me like i'm some kind of sad, friendless fuck. I shrug helplessly to them and keep on playing. The cats are tired now and the alcohol is starting to seep into the quiet parts of me- I switch to Robert Johnson, Leonard Cohen & throw in some of the "O'brother" soundtrack. The ghosts in the house pass by me invisibly. It's dark outside my window. I turn everything off and stumble over to the living room to watch the Simpsons.
I pass out in front of the TV.
I have a weird dream. I forget most of it but the ending. I'm trying to clean out my room and I find my old "Hawkman" Superpowers(tm) action figure inside a pair of old shoes I'm about to throw out. I had forgotten about this toy. I squeeze his legs and a pair of gray plastic wings flap.
I don't know why this makes me sad, but then I realize i've gotten him back to late. I'm to old to play with action figures.
I wake up to the NEWS, eat dinner, watch more TV and stumble to bed.
I'm staring at the ceiling. The cadence of the melting ice falling down on the roof lulls me back to sleep.