July 30, 1998

That guy

(A work in turmoil...)
He's always there, that guy that you
can't stand; don't know why, but you just don't
The way he walks or talks or dances or tries to
The way he does it despite the awkwardness
That we ought to ignore

July 22, 1998

Cherith looking through your window
Through your eyes that shine
Velvet crushed enfolded in your
Hidden painted toes

Issues and barricades
Such a welcome foe
Trusting in He who saves
To make
You whole

Wanting to be all that I can
Fearing for the worst
Comfy resting gently tap your
Toes your hand your thigh

Oh why can't it just be simple
How can I forget
How can I remember how your
Prayers are in my head

Cherith looking through your window
Snap a shot for me
Will it take a bright flash bulb
To make
you see

"I went to see Soul Junk and Danielson twice. I met this girl
who was their roadie and bought her a new disposable camera."

July 18, 1998

Night with M

Head on my shoulder
On I'll read
Look at me
And let me return the gaze
Though I know I'm not the one
Though I know I've got a snowball's chance
Heart on your sleeve,
In your pocket
Show me more
And give me a reason to hope
Though I know she's spoken for
Though I know I'm a friend
Ear to the wall
Of a whisper
Speak up now
And let me know of what you speak.
Though I know I'm not in love
Though I hope I will be
Hand to my heart
In a heartbeat
Promise forever
And try to remember next year.

July 8, 1998

Genuflecting with the best of them,
I shake off my discontent.
Is it better to be world-famous
or world-renowned

July 7, 1998

The Fine Art

I gave her a fish, and she screamed
HOORAY I love it Its perfect and it was.
I gave her a book and wrote in the cover
and read it to her and she read with me,
squirming and squealing with delight.

She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek
I won't wash that spot 'til tomorrow
When I take my shower as usual.

She gave me the giggles and I
gave them back. We nudged and
we poked and we stepped on
each other's toes

I gave her my hand as we wound
through the crowd. We never got nowhere
and saw not a thing.
She gave me a look and I knew how she
felt. Not 'cause she told me, though. Just
'cause I knew.

I gave her a ride home
She gave me a piece of her mind
I gave her a story
She gave me her heart

Giving, giving, giving
The fine art.


"Melissa MacKay is my funnest friend. We tried to see Bare Naked Ladies but couldn't get close enough."

July 3, 1998

Stood Up and Not in Love
Why me, why her
Fifty-nine minutes fast asleep
Sixty-one and I'm still here
Shouldn't bother me
Shouldn't be an issue
Stood up and not in love.

Quiet screen with nothing to do
Waiting for insignificance
Craving mindless drivel all day
Have I re-defined the truth
Have I got a hope

July 2, 1998

Her Big Shoes

Clickety-clack and three snaps down
Brassy and crying and striding doubletime
More responsibility on those ten toes
On those two heels
More potential than Atlas' sphere, with no outlet.
Fashion, stomp. Culture, plod.
Whatever I feel like, yes mother.
Arm-swinging vagrance,
Multi-lingual liberating prison she only visits.
Big head, big heart
Three inch sole.

"Diana Cardenas Perdomo was a brilliant high school kid from New York. Her parents are both Deaf. She was the craziest mix of child and adult, Parent and Child, Spanish, English, and Deaf. We have lost touch."