Olive Jonesy, so...

so I’ll surprise her
with this when she gets
back..

Olive Jonesy!!

<^))){

but then Jonesy
called and I’m going
to go see her in early
July – yay!!

..and I picked myself
up and ran 5 miles and
ended up in the sound
(brrrrrrrr..!!) and
I stacked roundish
diorite – pretty with
mica flakes and iron
pyrite and wished she
could see them.

Olives Jonesy!!

_{And I really miss her}

))){

Daughters 2 through 4
are ours.

All beautiful: dark-haired
princesses.

But daughter 4 is my favourite.

She can tell the difference
between sedimentary, metamorphic
and igneous rocks when she’s 5
years old.

Lil’ miss Iota-Miette has her
dad’s laser sharp brown eyes
shot through with green cracks.

I gather her unruly long dark
hair in a scünci and bend to
double-knot her futbol cleats.

“Do you see that?” I say pointing
my scarred and twice broken left
index finger at the far goal.

She nods once never taking her
gaze away from the distant white
frame benetted from behind.

“Go get it,” I whisper. And she
flies like wind over the grass
and her gathered hair tries like
hell to keep up with her.

_{Olive Jonesy!!}

<;))){

I gotta girl with a mind like a diamond
I gotta girl who knows what’s best
I gotta girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

Well..

I gotta girl with the right allocation
Who’s fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry, she’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility and picking up slack
I gotta girl with a short skirt and a long jacket

I gotta girl who gets up early
I gotta girl who stays up late
I gotta girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape

I gotta girl with a short skirt and a long
jacket

And she’s mine

Olive Jonesy!!

_{Thanks to Cake – hope they don’t sue me}

))){

Light kisses to your eyelids

Chris Botti is destroying the
horn on the iPod and all the
girls are falling in love..

somewhere.

But you and I are
always falling for
us.

Olives you!

_{Olives Jonesy!!}

<^))){

Today you will find once
again that some crazy Pisces
loves you from far away.

This amuses you.

Even though he’s an idiot-savant
you love him too because he
makes you laugh so hard you
are afraid you’ll pee your pants.

Olive Jonesy!!

))){

Today I felled an enormous dead
tree – it hit the ground so hard
my legs shook.

I set the smoking-hot chainsaw
down and peered up for widowmakers:
don’t want to end up dead before
I get to see Jonesy again.

I was covered in dust; sneezing;
eyes burning; tired; sore; generally
pissed-off and then..

I thought about sneaking up behind
Jonesy and throwing her over my
shoulder and running for the surf
shouting: “Ha! Now I take you to my
undersea lair, wench!” and sinking my
teeth into her butt and she’s yelling
(not entirely affectionately) but
laughing and..

oh, right. I’m covered in sawdust.

But I’m smiling because..

Olive Jonesy!!

))){

But what is spring here
without you to enjoy all
these flowers with me?

They clamor for my attention
but..

You’re the fairest of
the all of them anyway
and with your dark hair
you look like Lady Night.

Going for a walk amongst
these wild bulb flowers
who are reverting to green
again (with envy) – yes.

Yes – the fairest of the all
of them, O Lady of the Night;
you and those bright stars
in your eyes.

_{Olives Jonesy!!}

))){

Today I made a huge p-nut butter
milkshake with bananas and I sang:

“If there’s a place in your heart
for an Aus-sie tart – though she’s far
a-way you won’t be far apart…”

..which I totally made up on the spot
and yelled sang at full volume over
the blaring grinding of the blender on
liquify.

Olive Jonesy!!

))){

Off to bed.

Bed isn’t as interesting
anymore – far more interesting
with a girl in it.

Even if one does run a lot.

_{Olive Jonesy!}

))){