Robert Colpitts

Yep.
That’s right.
If a different path.
It would suck.
But today.
It’s right.
Just seen.
Still.
Sad.
Just been.

I confess, I have lived in many dungeons.  You know those apartments in basements with windows only a small beaver could crawl through?  Or the apartments where your windows are covered by metal bars so dungeon like that every time walk past them you start rolling dice?  How about apartments where you look out on a brick wall so solid it won’t move even if you think of kicking it before you kick it?  Those are the dungeons I speak of.  I have lived in a few.  It dawned on me this morning that right now I do not.  Yes, the sound of fans is a constant presence since my bedroom window faces out over the roof of a few buildings, but I have a clear view and no bars.  Now, before you go searching the internet for my address so that you can rob me or take my place, please note that dungeon masters are dapper fellows, and I also carry an instant insanity mode button with me wherever I go.

I heard a voice in my head that was calm and wanted to narrate something about my life; that is why I wrote the previous paragraph.  Having satisfied the aforementioned voice, I hereby abuse our closeness to tell you that I wish you were here.  There seems to be a distance between us, and I think it has something to do with my previously having been a dungeon master.  Trust me, those days are numbered.  Now I have clear goals, a good job, interesting hobbies, and a proclivity for old Jewel songs. 

True, I am honestly too interested in plants–why they live, why they die, how much water they need, why tiny bugs show up on this one but not the other, if they’d love me if they were human–but I can overcome that.  From this day forward, I am only interested in surfing!  That changes my goals slightly, and I think I’ll have to get a different job, but passion is passion, and boy, feeling the wet surf against my face as I’m anglin’ a bitchin cruncher while the beach bunnies are all hoping I don’t eat it until I get locked in and my ripping gets them stoked and they know I’m invincible and before anyone knows it I shoot the curl and pull out.  I don’t wave to the bunnies; I head back to the outside break hoping that another mondo set rolls in.  You never wave to the bunnies.  Never.

And if I change my interests, I might have to change my job, but one thing at a time, ok?  I don’t want to get overloaded.  I’m no poser. 

So, there you have it.  15 reasons to be my mubby.  Did you like it?

Yes, that’s right
But no, it’s not
That youth you have
Is going to rot

Have fun out there
But remember
That death once spare
Catches up
In a moment
Of careless
Oops!

I
Write
Stuff
Stopped

I
Like
That
Empty
Dead
Stopped
Silent
–

I was or was I not
Once, not now, but then
Above it all, the fray, the leaves
The sun God tree, he who sees all sees.

But now, I, mere shrub
Petty and small
Want what was
That giant life
Not this close to dead leaves
Kind of–

A brush fire!
In the distance!

I’ve heard it said
That some shrubs
Thrive on fire–

Could that be me?