connecting*the*dots

look
i know that we’re not together
i realize that it’s hard to be friends
i recognize that you’re trying to move on
i can see that we’re both on the mends
but i also thought we could go through this together
i truly believed we were that tight
was i really that far in the dark
while you held fast in the light?
i don’t mean to bother
and i certainly don’t mean to guilt
but i’m starting to feel left out in the breeze
like a scottsman in his kilt
maybe it’s just a maturity thing
even though you are mature beyond your years
maybe you don’t want to look me in the eyes
confirming your own worst fears
that
we were once made for each other
sure, things like that often change
but friendships are hard to come by
no matter the distance or the range
maybe one day you’ll feel like giving me a call
you know, a shout from out of the blue
but don’t be surprised if i’m not at home
missing as if on cue
i thought i knew what we had together
as bedfellows can come and go
an intimate friend was what i thought i’d found
but i guess i’ll never really know

Linda and I hopped on the Q Saturday afternoon and rolled down to Coney Island to catch the yearly spectacle "Mermaid Parade." When we got there, we realized that we came a bit too late as the streets were packed with spectators and mermaids were hustling to get into position. We did the best we could and shoved our way to the front of the rows of people stacked six deep and waited for the show to begin.

Now here’s something I didn’t know about mermaids; apparently they like to drive vintage hot rods and burn massive amounts of rubber. One mer-dude peeled out right in front of five cops and got them all choking on melted rubber fumes. I laughed really hard, which had people looking at me funny, because ever since 9/11, it seems that no one can make fun of cops in NYC. I still thought it was a Kodak moment. Sue me.

The next thing I learned was that drunken mermaids like to show off their boobs. Actually, all of the mermaids seemed to enjoy it. It made me smile. Linda didn’t say anything, but I think she thought I was a perv. I just found the whole spectacle amusing.

We ended up walking around for hours, stopping once to eat and once for me to lose five bucks on a basketball shooting game (it was rigged, I swear). At the end of the day, after spending an hour watching people on the boardwalk we dragged our tired, burnt asses to the train and went home.

Brooklyn rules!

My neighbors threw a party last weekend and it got me to thinking about the make-up of our setup here in BK ever since.

I never watched the show for more than five minutes at a time, but our apartment area is like a ghetto version of Melrose Place; the primetime soap opera centered around a courtyard where the beautiful people met as they came home from their snooty jobs. We kind of have got the same thing going on… well, with the exception of the snooty people and a pool. Instead, we have the smell of garbage, crying babies in the middle of the night, random gunshots once a month and at least a car accident per week.

They call my neighborhood trendy. I guess. I think that’s what they called Alphabet City 15 years ago while all the inhabitants were getting mugged. I don’t know about all of that, but I’m down with these digs. The kids (they’re all under 25! Yikes, I’m getting old) are cool, and they throw pretty righteous gigs. It’s just fun to imagine Heather Locklear coming home from the ad agency and stepping around a bum to get into the place.

in comes the cool
down with the heat
wave in her hair
nets fall to the side
ways to be in the spot
light or heavy we all break
down and sweat
er…
i mean what’s up with this route
66 flips the great
one for the road
side
hotel, motel, holiday
into the distance she falls
down to another plane
view the light on her curves
bend around the straight
away i go.

i remember the day i saw you for the first time
how you danced with the wind
swayed as a matter of fact
i knew in that instant my heart was jacked
stolen.
lost forever
caught in the breeze you controlled with ease.
why try to fight what you can’t control?
so i gave in to my desires
and i gave in to the moment
i was weak
i was in need of closure
trying to wrap it up in a ball
and toss it to the curb
to lose the jones for her touch once again
i needed to move on
one thing i knew for sure
is that i needed closure
then you started to sway in the midst of my gust
i must have been crazy to let on the need i had for you
how did i let myself fall?
why couldn’t i deal with my shit first before involving someone like you?
a sweet soul, tender to the touch
good to the core…
i tried to ring you in
i tried to have it all
you and all of my insecurities abound…
i knew better
but became intoxicated by your touch
your smell
your being
and now that i have buried my past with her
you are no more
but a moment of bliss
is better than a lifetime of remiss
so i’ll take the tryst
with blood clenched fists
i’ll move on and resist
the thought of your kiss