Wednesday, January 11, 2006

It Comes In Waves

Tonight
I want to sprint barefoot
Into the ocean

Until a wave
knocks me down and
I will laugh

Like a maniac
Swallowing seaweed
Clawing sand

As the riptide
Pulls me out so much farther
Than I would've gone

Alone

8 comments:

Amethyst Vineyard said...

Someone's getting soft.

David Oppegaard said...

I'll give you soft, you son-of-a-bitch!

Amethyst Vineyard said...

Riptide boy thinks he can beat me? You better watch it, Op, I come from the woods and we fight dirty there.

David Oppegaard said...

Well, I'm from a small town, and I know how to talk about behind your back, complain when you don't mow your lawn, and just when you think you might have a career and life beyond what your mother had, I'll get you pregnant.

Kelly Coyle said...

Wow. Both Winesburg, Ohio and The Spoon River Anthology in a sentence.

Amethyst Vineyard said...

Here in Alabama, we pound one another's faces in empty parking lots. It's a cultural thing. But yeah, we also get pregnant.

Kelly Coyle said...

Yep, it's that charming Southern gentility. You know, I have never been to a gas station late night in Minnesota when I felt like I'd be lucky to walk away. On the other hand, there seem to me to be more stupid fatal accidents up here: snowmobiling, shooting one another while hunting, driving cars on ice in April, getting shot by the police after they've broken down your door attempting to arrest the guy next door, getting somehow decapitated in Walgreen's parking lot by an errant elderly driver. And, at least in Minneapolis, they drive way stupid. I mean, they drove stupid in New Orleans, but no one ever goes faster than 30. Here, it's stupid and fast.

The main reason I like it here better than in Kentucky or Louisiana is that there isn't an automatic general dislike for educated people.

Amethyst Vineyard said...

The south is so beautiful, such a perfect landscape; why are all these people here mucking up the view?

No, really I am proud of my southernness, I enjoy it, I love the storytelling, the funny little expressions, and I do think Southerners are generally nicer, at least to your face. Unfortunately, I have to keep my artiness at a minimum in mixed company, which makes me feel uncomfortable.