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Friday, 29 October

Oh my wife, it is come now
In this fell world
It comes, coruscating and wild
The day we celebrate your birth
Again. Darling, you are

And you are still some prime beef, baby.

Beef--if you will indulge me--benefits
From aging; we know this.
And you have certainly aged. Thirty-six
Is damned old.

I have so many visions
For the morrow
A balloon-ride where we may
Jape at the sullen clouds

And later a host of acrobats to delight
As they pirouette and prance
For your pleasure whilst you sit
On a throne made from finest damask
And lace
And velvet
And human leg bones, which I think is a jaunty touch.

Oh, what visions--horses will laugh
With delight as they gallop before you,
Carrying balladeers who will sing of
Your grace, your beauty, your
Splendid rack; scribes will write it all down--
The spectacle, in finest prose captured, preserving it
Forever, to remember, unless you are stricken
With Alzheimer's.

All this I would willingly give to you, my love--
But alas, I have not the means, which
You well know; You remember, wife,
How I blew it all on the ponies.

But I do, humbly, and with devotion, what I can,
So love me too, tomorrow, on your day, when our
Honda chariot arrives at Sizzler, and I will
Look into your quiet eyes, and I will think
How I love this woman--
How I love her--
How I hope she does not order lobster.

And, sated, we will go further into the night
To the lantern-show, where magic is painted on the walls
In Light! As if lit by divine flame, a story told in flickers:
Seed of Chucky.

After, when the night is deepening, Ah . . .
We will sit upon a happy hillock
Under the adoring gaze of the Stars
Leaning in, taking solace in our
Company, and laughing, laughing
As we throw stones at the
Promise Keepers who are in town.

You afford me too much, dear, and
Here again you allow me my indulgences;
I do enjoy my jests after all.
And yet--

You are thirty-six, my Love, and in truth
I am very close behind you; a race
That I never wish to win or lose, but merely
Hope to keep running, tirelessly, gaily--

Oh, I never want to stop running with you.

XOXOX | Skot | 29 Oct, 2004 |

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I think I'm getting the ghay for you. This is disconcerting.

Comment number: 004482   Posted by: stavrosthewonderchicken on October 29, 2004 12:52 AM from IP:

Happy birthday to Mrs. Skot!

You sure have a way with words. No, really, I totally love the "prime beef" part. You're a poet.

Comment number: 004483   Posted by: Carlo on October 29, 2004 01:00 AM from IP:

Mrs. Skot is a lucky piece of prime beef. You just made me fall in love with you both.

Comment number: 004484   Posted by: another girl with a great rack on October 29, 2004 01:59 AM from IP:

if i was your wife, i'm not sure if this would make me want to hump the crap out of you, or knee you in the balls. watch out for some combination of the two i guess.

Comment number: 004485   Posted by: nick on October 29, 2004 02:30 AM from IP:


Comment number: 004486   Posted by: Brendan on October 29, 2004 05:53 AM from IP:

If you've got a wife who would dig this poem, then you are one of the truly lucky ones.

Comment number: 004487   Posted by: j on October 29, 2004 06:29 AM from IP:

*sniffle* That was beautiful.

You moved me, man.

Comment number: 004488   Posted by: on October 29, 2004 07:12 AM from IP:

You made me tear up, you bastard.

Comment number: 004489   Posted by: Cat on October 29, 2004 07:46 AM from IP:

*snif* That was, er, well, actually it was horrible. Ferlinghetti by way of Cummings, or something.

But happy birthday to R, anyway.

Comment number: 004490   Posted by: senn on October 29, 2004 08:00 AM from IP:

I had to look up Jape on
I am so impressed.

Comment number: 004491   Posted by: dayment on October 29, 2004 11:07 AM from IP:

Happy Birthday, R!

Comment number: 004492   Posted by: Joe on October 29, 2004 01:06 PM from IP:

Dude, I totally want your nuts. I have a feeling you and your wife and I could get along reeeeal well. But enough of my perversions. You must have a fucking cool marriage. That's what I want. Thanks for the hope.

Comment number: 004493   Posted by: Elle on October 29, 2004 03:14 PM from IP:

Happy Birtday to Mrs. Skot and thank you to Mr. Skot for all the wonderful posts.

Comment number: 004494   Posted by: Harry on October 29, 2004 06:18 PM from IP:

Sizzler and Seed of Chucky? Was a luckier woman ever born? Happy Birthday lovely wife of Skot.

Comment number: 004496   Posted by: Ivana on October 29, 2004 10:57 PM from IP:

That's honestly the best poem i've read in years. And i don't read poetry.

Comment number: 004498   Posted by: Edgeling on October 30, 2004 06:54 AM from IP:

I think you should have put the bit about the splendid rack up with the comparison to meat but otherwise - If it were for me, I'd do ya.

Comment number: 004500   Posted by: Lauren on October 30, 2004 11:48 AM from IP:

Please regard this as my formal request to marry both of you. Thank you.

Comment number: 004501   Posted by: Kate on October 31, 2004 01:28 PM from IP:

You know Skot, I've started eating beef again.


Happy Bday to R, sorry we missed the party.

Comment number: 004506   Posted by: CRub on November 1, 2004 10:18 AM from IP:


Comment number: 004509   Posted by: jason on November 1, 2004 05:56 PM from IP:

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