"On the day I was born, the Nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, said leave this one alone
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone"
R. Daniel Hutchins wasn’t a lonely man, not lonely at all. It was just that he consumed loneliness. A gourmand at the cornucopia of self, he was stuffed with it, filled to the gullet. He just loosened his belt, belched, and returned to the table. With each new assault, he tried ever more exotic fare. It was remarkable how refined loneliness could be. Daniel discovered that it could be an ingredient in the delicacy of love. An entree in a feast of ego, a side dish in meaningless liaisons with women, or simply the spice in a life that seemed to just go on.
Never never want to feel
Never ever want to love
Not a minute worth the pain and agony
Lost the second of the touch
In a fleeting turned to rust
To crumple in heap with just a sigh
Eye to eye with stone cold fate
Do not dare anticipate
Only misery awaits, me there
Just breathe each breath one time
And count it lucky to be mine
No hearts exist with other longing
Only one in each belonging
To itself and inward seeking all the time
“Sylvan”, Tiffany called from the living room.
A moment later, the eighteen-year-old walked in singing in her contralto, “Right here mom.”
“I have been thinking Johnny should have a chore or two. Think of something you and Madison do that he could do, and you let me know, ok?”
“Sure mom, I’m on it,” she said walking away with an easy confident stride known only to exceptionally beautiful women.
Sylvan sat on her sister’s bed. “Squirt, JJ is seven. He needs some chores.”
“He cleans his room Syl, isn’t that enough for a seven year old?” said the diminutive Madison in her high, soft voice.
“First of all, you end up doing most of it half the time, I swear Squirt, you spoil that boy. Second, he does that for himself, it’s his room. He needs something to do for everyone else.”
“You got something in mind?”
“You’re supposed to be the brain trust in the family, if I had something in mind, do you think I would be in here talking to you. The kid would be doing it by now.”
“You’re too hard on him.”
“I’m going to be hard on you if you don’t stop arguing with me. Think of a chore you do that he could do instead, let me know, ok?”
“Ok Syl” replied the sixteen year old.
After Sylvan left, Madison pondered a while. Then, she went downstairs and walked in the library. JJ looked up at his sister. Madison reached her hand to him. He took the hand, arose and went with her.
JJ had become used to Madison, when she wanted him, she just wanted him, and she rarely said anything about it. Unlike Sylvan or mommy, Madison would not say, “come over here JJ”, or, “come with me Johnny.” Madison would walk right up to him, smile that sweet smile of hers, crinkling the freckles on her nose, and stick out her hand. Her summons almost always ended in fun, and even when it did not, it ended in affection. She was not hard to obey.
“Where are we going Maddy?” JJ asked.
“To the garden to pick flowers for mommy,” Madison answered.
“Because I pick them for her every morning in season”
“I didn’t know that. Why doesn’t anybody tell me about this stuff?”
“I’m telling you now aren’t I?”
“Maddy, you still haven’t told me why you pick them in the first place?”
“You ask allot of questions JJ”
“Well Maddy, I am a…”
“Don’t you dare JJ!”
Bad language was one of the very few things that could turn his sister Madison into a mean sister. Unlike Sylvan, who got mean at the smallest thing. Madison didn’t care much if his room was still a mess, an hour after he had been sent to clean it. She would just help him get it done, tickling him until he agreed to do his share, and then doing most of it herself anyway.
Sylvan, on the other hand would make him regret his disobedience, then stand there with her arms folded while he did the job, top to bottom, and no slack. She was worse than mommy was.
When he thought he was finally done he would look at Sylvan hoping she would approve. She would point to the corner where a toy still hid from his view, but not hers. He would corral the wayward object, and look for approval again. “Did she count the darn things?”
Finally, she would say, in that stern voice she affected when he disappointed her, “Good, next time don’t make me come in here and find this mess. Now come give me a hug.”
In the garden, Madison showed JJ how to select and cut the flowers.
“Really Maddy, why do you pick the flowers?” JJ asked.
“Because she is my mommy and she loves me,” Madison replied.
“So, why should I pick them?”
“John Jacobs, you ungrateful little brat, Mommy loves you best of all.”
“That’s not true Maddy, you’re her kid, I’m not.”
“JJ, sweetheart, you are more her kid than any of us. You are the son she wanted to give daddy, the miracle child who showed up when she was so sad about not being able to have another child. Mommy hasn’t been the same since you came, I have never seen her so happy. She loves me and Sylvan, baby, but she treasures you. How can you not know that?”
“Nobody tells me this stuff Maddy.”
“Well, I’m telling you now, aren’t I?
“Yes Ma’am, you are.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to pick flowers for my Mommy.”
“This is your job now JJ, I’ll show you how to do it today, then you do it from now on.”
“Every day Maddy?”
“Yep, she loves us every day, doesn’t she?”
“She sure does.”
“Then get to work brat, mom isn’t going to wait forever for these flowers.”
Tiffany walked in her Sewing Room to see Madison showing Johnny how to arrange flowers in the vase on her desk. She smiled.
Tarry Lover, Tarry
Tarry with me, tarry a little while
Whisper your words, and I will murmur mine
In secret space, tryst with me in lover’s crime
Rest here with me, rest just a little while
Verses like rain, from your quivering lips
Verses that dance, off my trembling fingertips
Lay here with me, lay just a little while
Let our couplets be, our passionate bed
Let our sonnets be, a pillow for your head
Tangle with me, tangle a little while
Let my song caress, your fine poet’s mind
Songs of the heart, sung between two hearts entwined
Tarry with me, lovers for all time
Rest here with me, living in my rhyme
Lay here with me, let me stroke your face
Tangle with me, in endless embrace
Peter Paul & Mary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCkxso19PnU&feature=related
Momas & Papas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-aK6JnyFmk&feature=related
Buffalo Springfield: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3V8VvEzuQ6Y
Jefferson Airplane: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnP72uUt_pU&feature=related
Stone Pony’s: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5C710lnPfQ
Cass, Mary, Joni: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aYAUE6is7I&feature=related
Grateful Dead: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVqArOogY-c
Marshal Tucker: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFvNMbM7aAc&
The Last Waltz