The other kind of magic.
bar & grill
summer, beaches,
surf and waves
lots of very fit people.
the sky’s unbelievable blue.
it’s beautiful here, relaxing,
for me.
The others?
They’re driven,
seriously keeping themselves
busy.
But it’s my day off,
so I’m enjoying it
all the way
the sea, the sun,
the waves.
*
out on the terrace of the bar & grill,
enjoying the sun
watching the waves
and they start talking right next to me.
as in, loud.
probably on a date,
sorting out deal-breakers,
pasts, presents, wishes, dreams.
I guess everyone here is out to make it big,
and if that doesn’t work out
then have a comfortable life.
it’s about dreaming big
having, keeping,
accumulating your assets,
promoting
your Self.
*
the beach, the sun,
the waves
all fantastic
really great
but they keep on talking,
listing
promoting
loud and louder
stereo surround
Her No-No list:
drugs, alcohol, smoking
His: violence
Got hit by his ex…
sounded psychotic.
Both:pet peeves
real hates
what neither would tolerate
a frantic search for similarities
but no real conversation
It’s like there are boxes
they need to check
fun, motivated
real wishes
genuine dreams
a perspective.
And people are getting a massive load of parking-tickets.
A young woman’s asking,
cajoling,
trying what she can,
but the ticket’s already written.
Apparently it costs $8
to go to the beach in NJ.
2nd date
they’re gone now
and it’s back to the beach
the sea, the waves.
It’s beautiful here
a great place to wind down
for me
the waves, the beach
the sea
really pretty.
© 2014 threegoodwords
nice day
oh for fuck’s sake.
now what happened
Again?
Are you serious?
You can’t be serious
but I am
I am
I so am
Life says
Again and again and again
and then there’s that moment where you have to
sit back
breathe in and
exhale
ex…
…hale
until you want to
don’t bail
on the floor
crying
after the bills were paid
don’t leave
don’t leave
don’t leave me
please don’t leave
but they didn’t listen
never believed it
thought it was all a joke
all part of the game
thought it was all ok
waving sweetly
have a nice day
and finding out the next day
what happened
what was left behind
the epic loneliness
the devastating pain
waving sweetly
have a nice day
and all that was left
was nothingness
and no more days
so take care
don’t leave
when he’s
when she’s
crying
crying
real tears
no Lacoste in sight
crying
real true salty
tears, man, tears
asking you
kindly
quietly
like a child in the night
don’t leave me
stay
don’t bail on me
don’t go away
just stay with me
until I can cope again
until I can work again
live again
see again
breathe
even if it’s just a minute
an hour
or the 24 of the seven
don’t smile sweetly
and go away
stay a bit
join him, her
join that person
that human
that living, breathing soul
and make that nice day.
threegoodwords©2014
badfic, coffee and cereal cannibalism
Meh Â
It’s strange how everything can work rather well and you look around one evening and it’s all just… meh. That meh is the worst thing. It’s not boredom, it’s not dissatisfaction, there’s really nothing to complain about but everything’s still just… meh, and meh is very bad company. It makes even the greatest movie stupid and the best book dull. Even talking to someone you like, love can be… oh, I can’t be bothered.
It’s very selfish, meh. It spreads it’s mehness all over your private space, inviting itself over to your lunch break, and just basically hogs all the niceness around.
Or maybe it’s just the Friday blues. The week’s over, you’re exhausted, you’re finally home and don’t have to bother too much about tomorrow. Except that staying in’s not really an option. I mean it’s Friday, right? But going out, meeting friends and seeing people means having to dig yourself out of your sweats and sweater. Shower. Dress. Apply some of that and that and that, male or female it’s still just make up. And then you’re ready to open the door and walk out there to meet other humans. Not just the ones you see every day. New ones. Not necessarily better, just different. We are social animals after all.
So I will not stay in and join the meh. I will go out and see people. Join people who like joining me in all this seeing and weekending and living. Because all this work, all this Mon-Fri, 9-5 – that’s not life is it? It’s all the fun times and lovely spaces, it’s all the Me-ness in between. Me without the uh, ugh, eh, coz that’s just meh, and that’s just not me.
Breakfast
There’s a cereal advertisement on TV here, where one cubey cinnamony piece of cereal eats all other cubey cinnamony pieces of cereal the moment it’s let out of the cereal box. It’s very survival of the fittest – whoever is quickest gets to eat everyone else. Even if that means munching through walls of chocolate. Apparently that’s supposed to show just how delicious the cubey cinnamony cereal is. But… they’re eating each other. And if they’re the same species  of cubey cinnamony cereal that’s… cannibalism. Cannibalism. Cubey, cinnamony, cereal cannibalism.
Now here’s me wondering: Why should I buy horrifying cereal?
Pages of Note
I just found So Bad It Hurts, a fab tumblr on bad fanfiction – or badfic – as blogger Mama Yuzu calls it. It’s a fun way to find out what is going on in those incubators of ebooks that are fanfiction sites… with a bit of a twist of course, Mama Yuzu can be very lemony when she wants to be. (Mary Sue Problems  is just as fun by the way).
Coffee 
My local barista told me he drinks a triple-shot espresso before he goes to bed so that he’ll wake up fresh and chirpy in the morning. He’s said it twice now.
I think he actually means it.
threegoodwords©2014
three good words 