this is how i came up with this:

i was sittin at this random denny's outside of palm springs and my friend (we'll just call her "the fence") starts lamenting over all the not-necessary-packaging that went into putting our food and condiments on the table.


buh.

think about it::: you ever go into a large chain restaurant and notice when they give you "extra" butter and they bring it to you in a container>>>or wait...did they give it to you in packets??? HMMMM...yes. aaaalll that packaging has become too much for our landfills.

we need to change the way we *consume*...and as consumers we need to send email to our lawmakers and tell them NO MORE WASTE! Let's find a way to put more food-industries to the challenge to reduce their waste by Earth Day 2010! Spread the word People of the USA! Boycott Waste! Boycott Denny's! B4 it's Too Late!

thanks for reading my blog. i appreciate you all.

again, like a speedbump

and then all the while...
we listened to that music
as my heart..slowed..like a speedbump

everything she said to me
all the words that came from her mouth
...i watched
tried to understand
listened to that same song

the music kept coming
my heart kept bumping
still, her words made no sense

grasping, searching
key phrases that i can believe
that i hadn't heard before

...and then all the while we sat in the car-
listened to that music:
drowned out dithered dialogue...
i found myself saying:
the things she wanted to hear
looking forward to..only..our..embrace
...putting a pillow over my face

she tells my things i want to hear...
looking forward to..only..our..embrace

...gigimichelleboulais...january.15.2007.

t h e f e n c e

slowly i balance
move toward the horizon
don't look down
don't get distracted
dividing and rationalizing
smooth, sometimes splintered
wooden fence

tall, thick, cool grass
grows splendidly on my right
while stiff, dry, thorny bushes---
danger. on my left.

underline, underscore
tiptoe
dot and dash
as i balance this fence
my feelings just clash

almost tripping on confusion
contemplate falling on bliss
but...
continue this path
realize the risk

dangle my chances
deep in the grass
stuck on "what-ifs"
pricked by those thorns

scared to fall
'cuz i feel so high
her eyes seem to reach
my words make her shy

...

gigi michelle boulais. april 2009.