Category: Abracadabra

I gathered up my past and tied into an old handkerchief and set it aside in a corner. The maid swept it up into a dust pan and threw it into the trash. It’s been tough navigating my way through life since then. For instance, I cannot remember if I liked candy or chocolates or if the neighbor’s dog was spotted or striped. In fact I couldn’t even remember which neighbor. Annoying I tell you.

I know for a fact that I used to have fear of bananas but then again, was it the green ones or the sprightly little yellow ones. See, here’s what I don’t get it. Why do bananas come in two colors and sizes considering they taste pretty much the same. I’m sure if the trash truck had not arrived so promptly the next day I would’ve recovered my past and all this would not have been a problem.

The next day when I stopped the trash truck guy to ask him if he remembered seeing a bundled, old handkerchief he smiled. Of course I do. It’s the one that toppled into the landfill with a loud giggle.

Really? A giggle? But I always thought I was more of a guffaw kind of person.

The pigeons look a little skewed to the north, this morning. They pick up dabs of fat clouds on their fly pasts and that’s what makes them tilt a bit. I find that it puts gaps in their guuutttur…guutttur… just like I’m doing now. But then, I don’t pick up fat clouds. Silly me.

Someone threw the word vociferous across the table to me. I caught it in the middle, at ‘fer’ and was wondering what to do with it when someone said ferment and I threw it over to him. Really, ferment? Doesn’t it have a nasty taste and smell to it. I mean, why couldn’t it have been fervor or fertile. So much nicer.

It must be the crazy weather. I find that I have words like mayhem and dripping sticking to me. Can’t seem to get them off me. Why?

Why can’t I say the word rendezvous without waiting for a knock on the door? Or why do I feel a sense of sadness at the innocence of my right toe nail ? Sometimes I find the strangest things in my stream of thoughts as they whoosh around in my head. When I pick out one it kicks and screams and struggles and I have to put it back. Damn…