Muchos poemas!

High Way

We ran out of luck

a long time ago,

so we hit the road

in search for life;

the one we forgot about

while we were busy searching

for other things -

lost coupons, quarters in the couch,

skinny jeans, a mediocre career,

religion, and the expiration dates

on processed foods.

I make sure we're generously packed

with Spaghetti O's, celery and peanut butter,

bbq chips, Oreos, plenty of mary jane,

CapriSuns and Coke, toothpaste,

and a camera with a pen and paper

to keep the memories.

Will we make memories?

Paige thinks so and I agree.

I make lines in the leaves,

dicing them like a chef,

chopping fresh parsley,

and stuffing the bowl full.

Jay keeps his focus,

the distortion of the road reflected

deep in his Aviators,

his knuckles relaxed on the wheel

as I pass the glass to him,

the herb burning slowly

and glowing brighter with each inhale.

Paige traces the clouds behind us;

the entire backseat has become her bed.

She and I pass kisses

in the side view mirrors

and I see what she sees

in the cotton candy of the sky.

Dinosaurs, lollipops,

John Mayer playing Neon,

Ghandi, and the Kool-Aid man

all make themselves known

to us, two passionate souls

connected by blood and the ability to feel

more than any normal person can.

Jay catches my eyes

while the sun shines on his toothy grin

and he professes his undying love

for me again.

That smile alone

makes me believe in the unknown,

in the power of miracles,

in the rewards of love and commitment.

I really do care for you,

he knows my reply before it's even said.

The smell of your skin,

the grease that grows on your hair

when it begs to be washed,

the softness of your hands,

the way your shirt reveals your body

as I pull it over your head

before we fuck -

I honestly do care for you.

And now the sun

moves swiftly over his glasses

and night slowly creeps upon us.

Another spark

and the skunk has released once more,

the blood invades our eyes

calming our breathing

and making us fearless

on a black, abandoned road.

There is no map

because the knowledge of the destination

will ruin the surprise

and dent the freedom of adventure.

Paige gets comfortable

using Ellie and Avalon

as plush pillows and musky, warm blankets,

their faint dog smell

relaxing her breath as it takes stride

along their slow rhythm.

Tessa camps out under the dash,

curled up with Jay's foulest of socks,

the rumble of her purrs

luring him into a much needed sleep

as I take the wheel.

With tunes in my pocket,

the playlist on shuffle,

and the moldable headphones

hibernating in my ears,

I'm ready to get lost

with the lights of old Betsy

revealing my path

and my best friend snuggled up

in my lap.

Zeus and I remain awake,

taking in the scenery

and refusing to allow

our journey to pass by

in front of closed lids.

The drugs keep us relaxed

yet the curiosity maintains our stamina

as I step on the gas,

turn up the volume,

and smile at the knowledge

that even a god

could not have made it this perfect.

August 23, 2010

A new poem? Does she still have it?! Let's read on and find out!!

After watching Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland and after beating the Wii game, I decided to write a series of poems about Wonderland. Here is one.

Wasting Time in the Strange Garden

In the garden -

the never-ending garden of secrets,

I lose place,

my finger no longer glued

to my last point of memory.

Confusion takes control

as I nearly drown

in the wake of my white haired friend.

He rules over time,

monitoring it closely,

keeping it steady with ticks of his whiskers

and tocks of his twitching tail,

the metronome to a world of wonder.

My steps cover no ground

in the labyrinth from hell

as he leads me to a banquet table

hidden under teapots and pastries

of all shapes, sizes, and colors.

Here, I am a miniature form

finding shade beneath beanstalk-high mushrooms

and resting against blades of grass

taller than ugly skyscrapers.

My bunny friend is frantic,

tardy for something important,

yet my teacup is never empty,

and the pastries are always warm

and permeating with strong, sweet marmalade.

He moves quickly,

sporadically,

the only rhythm bouncing

from each wriggle of his oversized cotton fluff.

I don't know what's coming next

and I can't remember where I came from.

The visions flashing across my eyes

become dancing neon lights

in shapes, letters, and forms

of shapes, letters, and forms

I can recall

from a childhood of which I'm unsure

was mine of that of some privileged child;

a child so fortunate

to be lost in a strange world

where shapes, letters, and forms

are fireflies flashing amongst leaves

as large as a giant's hands.

Steering past the confusion,

I continue with the party,

a celebration of strangeness

and the beauty of being

a freak.

My internal compass

may be altered here by the oddities

of gravity, the proximity of the moon,

and the fact that time is regulated

by an ivory chub of a rabbit

with frantic eyes, a marmalade mustache,

and the ability to always be late

even though he never has anywhere

to go.

August 15, 2010

If you haven't seen Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland yet, you MUST.

Dear Eddie Redmayne, I'm in love with you. Love, Abby

Ok. So, I have a new crush. And WHO would have thought it would be a redhead, huh?!?! Ok...everyone knew that. But this guy...oh man.

Ok, so he may not seem like all that to you. But let me tell ya...there is something about this guy that is just extremely sexy and beautiful. First off, he has this FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC red hair. That should win your heart over right away! I mean, not only are redheads usually sweet and fun, they're also great in the sack! It's a win/win situation, people!!! I mean, LOOK AT HIM. What a dream...*sigh*

Second, he is QUITE the talented man. He's 28. He's English, of course...that's where all of those dreamboats come from. He studied History of Art at Trinity College in Cambridge. Eddie made his theatrical debut for Shakespeare's Globe Theatre in Twelfth Night in 2002. He won the award for Outstanding Newcomer at the 50th Evening Standard Theatre Awards in 2004 for his performance in Edward Albee's The Goat, or Who is Silvia?, and the award for Best Newcomer at the Critics' Circle Theatre Awards in 2005 along with other acknowledgements and recognitions. He's also won Tony Awards from his work on the stage, which seems to be what he really loves to do. He's only been in films and TV for the past 10 years, so we haven't seen much of him. But I'm sure we'll ALL be in love with him soon (not just me!!).

Lastly, he was a model. Enough said.

After seeing THIS pic, it's hard not to wish he was lying in a corner of your room, ordering some 'za', staring at you with those apple green eyes...*swoon*...right?! Right.

Some of you may have first noticed him as William Stafford, the young gent who yearned for and eventually won over Scarlett Johansson's heart in the film The Other Boleyn Girl.

In the words of Anne Boleyn, I would gladly hold on to him "with my thighs". ; ) *sigh*

Yet, in my opinion, he is PHENOMENAL as Jack Jackson in The Pillars of the Earth, a new series from Starz! I started watching a few weeks ago. If you have not watched this show yet, you MUST. I watch it on our Netflix DVD that we got for the Wii that allows me to stream movies and tv series directly to my TV! Eddie truly does make you go weak in the knees. Watch the first episode of The Pillars of the Earth called Anarchy and THEN tell me I'm wrong.

Here's a clip to get your blood rushing. It's of Jack Jackson and Lady Aliena from The Pillars of the Earth.

Talk about romantic...he's too wonderful to be real, right?!?!

(P.S. For those of you who aren't sure whether you wish to give The Pillars of the Earth a try, let me just add that Donald Sutherland and Matthew Macfadyen (Mr. Bennett and Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice with Kiera Knightley) are both EXCELLENT in it!! Seriously...do yourself a favor and watch it!)

My next book will be The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. The book will probably be better than the show, but we wouldn't REALLY know how gorgeous Jack Jackson is unless we had Eddie Redmayne.

Please, Eddie...take me away from here!! I BEG to be a freckle on your beautiful face. ; )