Heed not Steve

Bite

sneaky
mosquito
bastard

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Can’t Curb It

future

with
every blink
the future

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

By Any Other

roseidea

and we stop
to smell the idea
of roses

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Dark O’Clock

It’s three or four in the morning, and I dream someone has rung the bell and rung it again and I think, I can’t answer the door; I’m in my underwear.

I hear the air pressure change with a thunk and a sound like the front door has moved in its frame.

Adrenaline slams me.  I open my eyes and my mouth.

I listen to the dark.

Is someone in the house?

Did someone just come into the house?

I listen until my brain catches my nervous system.   No, the dogs would bark.  The dogs would bark their fool heads off. 

I listen a moment longer, then breathe deep.  It’s good to have those stupid dogs.

I fall back asleep.

 

in the moonlight
bugs on the kitchen window
and a gecko

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Here and There and Now

momentsone moment
how does one realize zen
and another

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

In the Heat of the Date Night

It’s Sunday and I’m not at work which is awesome.

I’m not at work because I took the day off so Lucie and I could stay out late last night, which we did.

I’ll tell you about it.

But first, I have to just mention, one of my recent poems You Needn’t Read This has been Freshly Pressed!

Yes!

To the new visitors here, Welcome!  I’ll be exploring all of your new-to-me blogs over the next few days.  It’s fun!

So.

Anyhow, regular readers know Lucie and I do like our date nights.

Last night, we had a wonderful evening.

First, we went downtown to Hanny’s for dinner with the Mysterious Mr. M and his wife, the Lovely Ms. L.

The weather had cooled to a brisk 106 degrees.

It’s always fun double dating with them.  Hanny’s used to be a women’s clothing emporium.  Back in the 80’s, Lucie bought a dress from them for her Junior Prom!

Now, it’s a swish and swank restaurant and bar.  The food was pretty good.  They don’t make the best Caipirinhas, we discovered, but they had a DJ playing great music which made for a relaxed and groovy ambiance.

After dinner, Lucie and I headed to the Crescent Ballroom to see Peter Murphy in concert.  It was maybe the eighth time(?) Lucie and I have seen him perform, either solo or with Bauhaus.

It was a good show.

And the Crescent Ballroom is a great venue.  It’s small and crowded, with a super awesome staff.  We had some problems and confusion cyphering out our reserved seats since the will-call list didn’t provide that information and we hadn’t printed it.  We had to surf the ether with our phones and go to ticketfly to get a copy of our ticket info.  The staff was very nice about it.

In this day and age, you can be two places at once.

Back to the meat world, it was warm inside, with wall-mounted, oscillating fans doing their damnedest to cool things down.  And, at one point during the concert, Lucie lamented the fact we couldn’t even step outside to cool down as it was still over 100 degrees outside!  I wore my wool kilt, and was prepared to be murderlized by the heat, but it wasn’t bad – from what I could see, everyone was murderlized and I maybe had it better than most.  There was even one guy wearing a suit!  Although, he wasn’t wearing a tie, so…

I digress.

Lucie and I enjoyed the show but decided not to stick around for the meet-and-greet.  She had to get up early Sunday (today) and it had been a long day for both of us.

And, this time, we didn’t spend much time looking at the concert through our smart phones, preferring to be in only one place at once.  Lucie took just a few pictures.  I took one.

pm

the view from our seats …

I won’t go into how we finished the evening; that’s nobody’s business but our own!  But it was, from beginning to end, heat and parking and ticket snafus included, a wonderful evening!

Thank you, Sweetie, for a delightful date night.  I love you.

Cruisin’

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not afraid
of dying so much as
death

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Where’s Rufus?

from the darkness
of the hall bathroom -
dog snore

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Eww, Nature – It’s 115 Degrees Outside and the AC in my Car Doesn’t Work

sweat

a dry heat -
but the sweat
is wet

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

Memory with a Shrug and Grim Set Teeth

in my youth
my open-mouthed youth
I fought hard
my eyes to the sky
but still I’d cry

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2014

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