Flight

Flying, to me, has always been about the realization of freedom, a sense of excitement but most of all the thrill of movement and new possibilities of beginnings.  It is a flight above the clouds and induces awe and wonder at the world, it's people and the myriad of possibilities inherent in being human.

Flight is a privilege that only a certain number of very fortunate people have been able to experience.  It induces a perspective check in my heart . . . for looking down upon this cherished planet and realizing the immensity of it all and yet the intimate smallness that we occupy in the universe - makes me humble.  

Thanks Billy Collins

I once had my house in the country but it burned down recently. Thanks to Billy Collins, damn him! I put his poem up on my wall to read over and over again, chortling as I read his tail of the mice to grab the match ran through the walls and burned the house down.

I thought it was a joke I thought it was hilarious thinking of the cute little mice but then in the remains of my house I found Billy Collins poem Carefully chewed into tiny pieces and then reassembled again on the last remaining inside wall of my house. 

Clearly my country mice had read Billy Collins poem. And somehow, I knew they thought that would be funny to reenact the famous poem. I no longer have a countryhouse thanks to Billy Collins.

Bourbon Heroin

Bourbon and Heroin

Bourbon and Heroin

It's the way I want to go

when I'm a hundred and alone

Eighty or Ninety may be the new young

but ask the old what they think

as they sneer at the youngsters sayings

Don't be a patronizing asshole to me young man

I'd rather be having sex with your beautiful smoking hot wife

than be called a 'cute old man'

screw that into your head and remember it when your'e the old man!

This cute old man has seen a thousand things you have not

Done a million you cannot conceive of

held the hand of a dying child, man and woman

and wept for what was and was not,

what will be and cannot.

So pour me a glass of my finest bourbon

Give me a snort of that smack

crank up some Stones, Gustaven, Miles and Vivaldi

and lets get this done.

Regrets, I've had a few but any life . . . well lived . . .

better have some damn regret,

Without one there is not the other.

Bourbon and heroin

it's the way I want to go

living to be a hundred

if I'm all alone.

I'll have a few friends

who'll join me in those last drinks

and I will love them all forever

and hold them close, so close,

close to my heart.

So pour me one last glass

of that dark and smoky blend

I'll see you on the flip side

of gravity and rainbows end.

    David McCullough

     June 2014