Road to Melancholy...

I ended up at McG's last night...stopped on the way home to pick up a Cobb salad from Red Robin for Chris...I ordered a pot roast sandwich for me (don't bother...not worth it)...had a drink while waiting...got home...tried to eat the sandwich and threw half of it away...decided to go and practice darts (my euphemism for drink...yeah...maybe I do have a problem)...when I got there the bird was still in the dart room...maybe I am just shallow (well...ok...that is a given) but I do not like having that cage in the dart room...anyway...played some darts with a young kid that that Shannon gal is dating...he was tatted on his neck and arms...reminded me of one of Ray Bradbury's books, a collection of short stories, The Illustrated Man...I will always remember that book because the last story is such a heart-breaker...a tragedy that makes my stomach want to empty...leaves me with a hollow feeling...like now...even to revisit it in memory...sorry...sad tangents should be banned...ok...segue into music...one of the salesmen came in with a CD...Modest Mouse...listening to it now...alternative sound...though have been noticing that the alternative sound is or has moved to an English music hall sound...similar to early Beatles...not copies...just bits and pieces that are like an homage to the past...or it could be that I have lived so long that all music is beginning to sound the same...hope not on that latter thought...life would start to become boring...living and listening to life as reruns...egad...again...melancholy...so be it...seems to be my path today...

JUST PASSING TIME

At what pace...

Do we run this race?

How do we measure...

Our daily pleasure?

 

We crash through minutes

And wade through hours

To complete a day

We ignore the flowers

 

What do we spend...

With really close friends?

How do we find...

Enough time?

 

Conversations are hurried

Feelings are buried

How do we live so long?

And still do so much wrong?