Friday, August 30, 2013


 Antique Bowl of Ripe Pears
Watercolor & Graphite on Paper, 2014

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. -Friedrich Nietzsche

It's happened before...
you charge into a room like a Roman soldier hell-bent on a mission
So then why are you standing in the middle of the kitchen looking like an idiot
staring at the sink full of dirty dishes you planned to put off until tomorrow?
Surely, this can't be the reason that propelled you like a battering ram
up and out of that warm, comfortable place on the sofa
Defeated, once again, you return to Charlie Rose interviewing Paul Rudd
against a black back drop and it is then, at that precise moment,
that you remember 
And, you can see it right there on the top shelf of the refrigerator, that half-eaten
turkey sandwich with spicy mustard, red onion, and no pickles
You can even see the condensation forming on the plastic your lover's hands
so carefully wrapped around it
So, you get up again and this time you saunter slow back to the kitchen
with all the cocky self-assurance and ultra hip attitude of a backward baseball
cap gansta rap'in teen because, this time, you are damn sure why you're
approaching that scene as you reach like a champion for the prize like
its your very first time.