Ahhh the last day of work before more than 7 days off!!! Whoa what a great gift. No pay but no hassle either. I spent some time out shopping yesterday and came up with about a gift and a half, only 7 million to go. Ok, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. I suppose I will head out tomorrow and finish. Going to the big city, Saratoga. Gotta hit the book store and best buy. Ouch, just thinking of how crazy Best Buy will be.
Little Brown Zappa is doing great. He still likes to chew EVERTHING but I am sure that will continue only another 2 years. Looking forward to the trip to Rochester next week to see some friends and of course little Eddie. EH3!!!!


I am Lucky

I am not a millionaire.
I am not a famous poet,
actor, director, or film maker.

I am lucky.
I have ten toes,
ten fingers, and two ears.

I am lucky.
I have a Mother.
I have a Father.
both love me.

I am lucky for what I have
and will have.
I am lucky
so are you.

Eric D. Potter

Poop, Duty, Ferry.
I have come to the conclusion no one reads this freakin’ thing. So, I have decided to write nonsense for a while. Wait just a minute now. I have been writing nonsense haven’t I? Take that you crazy smart poets of the word.
Take what? What is it that these poets need to “take”? Enough is enough and I have had enough. I carry this bag of goodies to my friends and family. In my cool new boots the snow is pushed away from my warm wool socks. These creatures who travel with me keep me company as I bounce from house to home.

Take care all. Enjoy whatever you like to enjoy.

Good day my Blog readers. I hope your day is going well and smooth. Just a few more days for the X-mas lovers out there. I have yet to do any shopping so I am a bit nervous. I do not think I have waited this long in quite some time. The real problem is being away from actual stores to purchase items. The drive is a bit of a hassle for me right now. Oh-well soon enough I will travel south for a bit of pushing, shoving, fighting for parking spots and racing to get the last digimadu. Ah the holiday season when everyone forgets their manners and swears just a little bit more, and cares just a little bit less. Happy Holidays my friends, may all your shopping plans go quickly, cheaply, and without many fist fights.
Enjoy this poem. It comes from my Rochester years and one Lost Love who is truly lost.

She does not realize
the emotions she controls

she escapes with the night
leaving a trail of text

a new job, new school
an old family welcomes her

pay comes again and nothing,
no words from the missed

she left, moved out/away
without a glance into her past

attempts are made, grievingly
her responses pre-recorded

time will come, others will go
she will remain as they all do.

What a weekend. Whooa hoooo hooo. It was a fun X-mas party on Saturday, lots O’ Drinks and good times with new “friends.” I was called a yuppie, which was a lot of fun. This was a new one for me. My advise, the next time you are in a hick bar in the middle of now where don’t ask, “What do you have on tap?” Believe me, it’s not worth it. Yesterday, Sunday was certainly a day of rest, too much TV and a lot of water. The pup is doing wonderfully, still using the floor as a toilet, but I think he is improving. Such a little devil though with his sharp little puppy teeth. Have a great week ya’ll. Hope you all had a fun and safe weekend. Just a few more days to get presents for your friends and family, I know I need to start pretty soon or it will be a rather sad X-mas this year.

Talk to ya tomorrow.

Another 5+ inches of snow this morning and it just keeps coming. Zappa loves it though so I can't complain. I think it will be a quiet day here at work which will be a welcomed surprise since I left early yesterday due to a migraine. Trappers opens again today after being closed for about 2 months, it will be nice to have a bar and restaurant open in town again. Looks like a great night for drinks after work. As soon as I figure out how to include photos in this Blog O’ Mine I will put up a pic of Zappa. Well I assume all that will be reading this will have some form or winter weather so, please travel safely.

Enjoy this older poem from a Lost Love. Have a great weekend everyone.

I can still feel your back pressed hard against my chest.

Do you remember lifting my
shirt and pressing our bellies together?

I can taste your skin in my tears
the salt stings my tongue.

The love I once felt for you has
been chased away by your lies.

My emotions linger daily as I
drive, sleep, and read.
Yours have found a new home
between someone else’s legs

I carry less of you each step
I will wake one day without
your face sunk in my mind.

Eric D. Potter

Not much for you blog readers today. The puppy was pretty good last night, not much noise or poop was created. Around 4am I woke up with a killer migraine and had to get up and out of bed for a while. Took quite a while to get back to sleep so, I am a bit out of it today. Work might be a bit short today. I do have to go south to my Sister’s concert tonight so that should be interesting. I am really hopping to get rid of the migraine by then. Well I must go prepare for a meeting this morning. Be safe ya’ll.

The Binge

This empty wine bottle forces me to think, where to find a replacement. My head is as empty as my stomach. I stand, stumble, reach for the counter and rise, gather my composure and look to the stairs. It is late and the sun has been down for days. As I begin to walk I notice my left shoelace is untied. I kick the shoe off so not to trip as I climb down the stairs, which turns into a controlled fall. The concrete is cool on my face. I debate with myself whether to stay there for a little nap- during this debate I wake myself up and crawl to the shelf where the Merlot sits and waits. Reaching the wine I pull the opener from my back pocket and struggle to de-cork my dinner. With an open bottle I sit on an old pillowcase and drink my reward.

Eric D. Potter

And I thought yesterday was cold… Man -7.5º this morning. Ouch. My snot froze in my nose and poor Zappa had no interest in relieving himself outside this morning. As I crossed the Hudson River the trees along the bank were all frozen and white. Looked like you could just touch them and they would shatter and with the sun shinning on them they glistened. I had a meeting last night in Indian Lake and the moon was so bright I could have driven home without headlights.
Another restless night for the brown poop. From about 4am till 8 this morning he was running, chewing, and pooping. Just as I feel back asleep the alarm goes off, I raise my head to see a beautiful sleeping bastard on my pillow. I just wanted to bite him for a little pay back, but I choose to get up and take a shower, as I dodge poop bombs.
Enough non-sense from me… here is that poem I promised you yesterday. Thanks for the recent comments about my little blog. Keep ‘em coming.
Thanks!

Random Rambles From a Restless Mind

coffee bubbles deep down inside me
churning within my blood race up
to my head and push my thoughts outward
ideas float just above my hair like a cloud
of warm rain draining on me one summer day

These days are begging to fly by without
notice care time or reason
I miss the days of the past when I had spent
time creating, driving, dancing, flowing forward
to a halt this begins to end before I begin again.

Eric D. Potter

The drive in this morning was a bit on the chilly side with my car thermometer reading -1°. I am sure the little poop in the driveway is a solid rock right about now. The other little poop was a bit wild last night. He was in a playful chewy mood all during the night. Chewing hair, fingers, and face and pooping all over the bedroom floor and the bathroom. Ahh the joys of puppy poop. I have a full day today with work and a meeting up in Long Lake tonight. ATT is trying to get a collaboration with Our Town Theatre Group for this coming year, wish us luck.
So that is it from me today. I think I got poop in this blog enough times today; I am proud. Have a great day readers.

ps.. no poetry today, new one tomorrow all you get is a quote today.

Ahhh The Goonies

Mikey: Don't you realize? The next time you see sky, it'll be over another town. The next time you take a test, it'll be in some other school. Our parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to do what's right for them. Because it's their time. Their time! Up there! Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here. That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket.

Another weekend gone but this time I really don’t want to be at work today. I picked up a chocolate lab this weekend. His name is Zappa Davis and he was born October 10th. He is most beautiful with his cute waddle and green eyes. I will post a photo here soon. It feels very warm within my large house with this added soul. So, since this weekend was such a positive in a land of negatives lately I will post a happy poem. Please enjoy.

Night In

“How are you?” she types
over the internet.
I respond – “Fine, the same.”

Mindless chit chat follows.
We used to be close.
Many times we laid in bed
naked wet from sex.

Now we just type fantasies
about our past nights together.
We say our goodbyes and I
close my laptop.

Decide to bath. I run the water hot
don’t bother for the tub to fill,
climb in Place a towel between
my shoulders and cold porcelain

I lay naked, hot, sweating, thinking
of poems that I should be writing
soon they will be lost with
my draining bath water

The heat from the bath has pushed
me out and I slide into bed still wet
turn on some classical music and
begin to write you this poem.

Eric D. Potter

Very early morning rambles... i oppoligize for my future remarks.

Another Blog Another Day.
We are full of snow today. Woke up to about 3 inches and it keeps on a coming. Sure is a purty site though.

So I heard some un-medicated man was shot as he screams I have a bomb. I really hate hearing this story. A few years ago, this man may have survived such a situation. Today with suicide bombers running the world we have no choice but to shoot to kill. This has become a sad world for our children to survive in.
Enough nonsense. I am not a journalist and don’t pretend to be one. So, let’s have a poem instead.


It Was a Good Day Today

Little pain in my bones or deep within my heart
The day has dragged by; the sun is still shining
I can talk to you for hours; look deep in those eyes
Drink a few beers to numb some senses
Drink a few more to awaken others

Walk down by the canal; the birds chatting away
Trip over shadows crawling across the sidewalk
re-balance myself focus on this unpredictable journey
look for shade to sit to caress the warm summer air
sip
stand
sit
wait
watch
sniff
hold deeply within and
don’t let go.

Thursday... December 8th... Remember John.

It is a sunny day today here. Spose to snow tomorrow not much but at least it is a Friday and that leaves me two days away from work. Two days to enjoy the snow and sleep.

I sit a week from my 30th Birthday wondering what will be my last year of life.
Will I be too weak to walk
talk
eat
pee
hug?

will my eyes be blinded with cataracts?
will my chest fill with liquid and slowly fail?
will my heart beat with the help of machines?
will my blood thicken and clog in my brain?

I sit and think these morbid thoughts, when will my final days come and my family send me to the grave?

Eric D. Potter

Wish John had this problem...

Good day to me, again.
It is another blissful day here in the Eastern Adirondacks. Sun is shinning and cold as all hell, if hell was cold that is. Still feeling the same; lost, stolen, empty, and needing a spark of some sort. Here is another poem to help cheer me up.

She does not realize
the emotions she controls

she escapes with the night
leaving a trail of text

a new job, new school
an old family welcomes her

pay comes again and nothing,
no words from the missed

she left, moved out/away
without a glance into her past

attempts are made, grievingly
her responses pre-recorded

time will come, others will go
she will remain as they all do.

Eric D. Potter

Now the real Blogging begins... I really am not so sure why I do this blogging thing, noone will read these words. I believe I blog just so I can say blog and all variations of blog, like blogging, blogged, and my favorite; blogger. That is what I am deep down inside anyway. A big old nasty Blogger. Umm blog, sounds slimy. Oh I love this movie. What a classic, Attack of The Giant Blog!

Another Poem for the missed...

Three Days Ago Her Scent Left My Pillow

I remember this as if it were the death of a loved one. I would hold that empty pillow every night before I fell into a dream. I would wake each day reaching for it. Some nights I would push it to the floor during a midnight meeting. Still I would wake and pull it to my face and breathe in, so to taste the scent. I no longer have that option, the smell of her perfume has been erased from my bed, and therefore from my memory. She has passed and now I cannot fall asleep, I must sit up writing poems of her. I have become a widower without losing a wife. I have become a mourner without her losing a life.

Eric D. Potter

Spare thoughts surround my head like buzzing flies around the cows in the field. Rather than swat I choose to reach for them, grasp an idea and rearrange the thoughts within. Let them loose on this white paper and see what becomes of them. All these letters are adding up into a complete thought one with trails and tails but non the less a complete drunk
scattered
loose
empty fulfilling thought.

Eric D. Potter

Good day to myself, since I assume I will be the only one reading this day in and day out. So, how was you weekend? Mine was sh!tty as could be, but you already knew that didn't you. Well the snow has arived and with it I picked up two X-mas trees and both are now sitting on my porch waiting for death to arrive. I wish I was strapped to each limb with them.
Have you ever felt that no matter what you do, life just goes the oppisite direction. It has run away not to been seen again. Keep your spirits up they say, smile it isn't that bad they say, but isn't it all relative. Yes it could be worst, I could be living on the street, and my cardboard box that holds all that I love was stolen. This would be amazingly aweful. But with my job being a waste of my days, my family life is not what I wished, and my only true friend killed, I feel that my life is draining away.
Happy Holidays to no one!