Bourne comedy

I had no idea that
The Bourne Ultimatum was comedy
Half way through I see roof top aerobics
Man jumping fire hydrant without urinating
Who knew this was possible in a movie
So much to know last half of show
Julia Stile quiet
There was her haircutting
I about dyed but it was her hair color
Car driving, is that what it's called
Is there a requirement for driving smashed
Now why would you pull out a gun
He's dead isn't he
We've lost Bourne
Bourne knows everything
I'm going to stay until you get there
415 71
Is not my birthday
Nor is it my training quarters
It's not what I signed up for
Everything you need is in there
This is where it started
This is where it ends
Lock this building down sounds like
Knock this building down
The very idea
Go go
Get yourself a good lawyer
Really?
Have a nice day
We're finished with you
You're no longer David Webb
Come here
Spent three years trying to figure out who I am
Why me?
You picked us. You volunteered right here
You didn't even blink
Handed me these [dog tags]
You said you wanted to serve
Save American lives
I'll be whatever you want me to be sir
You chose to be Jason Bourne
You haven't slept for a long time
You have to decide
What did he do
It doesn't matter
You came to us
You're not a liar are you
Give yourself to this program
[Shoots dummy]
You're no longer David Webb
Welcome to the program
Gun to head
Do you remember no
I remember I remember everything
So you're going to kill me
Jump out window
Climb roof tops
Meet another agent
Are you going to take a shot
Y a e k w w g to kill me
I don't know
Look at us
Look at what they make us give
Jump off roof into water
Float die
Good evening senators
Blackbriar program
Two arrested
Webb shot and searched E River
Webb's body yet to be found
Stile smile

Denis Streeter 2/16/14

JD

Up 6 AM
Routine spirit ready
Car clock reads 8:18 AM
31 minutes fast
Time 7:47 AM
Leaving parking lot, turn down 15th
Right toward Ballinger Way
Damn
Leaving an hour early
Oh well
Park 7:57 AM Lake Forest Park Municipal Court
Over hour early for jury duty
What to do
Grab black duffel bag, cold huff it to
Honey Bear Bakery
Grab pens and notebook from worn zipped side pocket
Fall aparts
Need frankensteining
Order lemon bar, ask cashier for tweezers
Can not humpty dumpty together again
I give her tweezers back
Take my two dollar saran wrapped lemon bar on white plate
To duffel bag table
Use beat up pen and split notebook paper
Begin to write

8:55 AM
Walk to Municipal Court
Inside
Sign in
Duffel bag and body wanded
Keys and cell phone on table
I'm clean
Enter room with 36 jurors
Given jury pamphlet
Wait
Watch 20 minute jury film
Wait
Sign in for $10 cash
Wait
Judge enters
Explains our duties and says case is settled
We are free to go
We've served our jury duty time

9:55 AM phone work
"We're sorry. All circuits are busy."
Really
10 times over next hour and a half
Drive home
Pick up two boxes books to sell
Drive back
Third Place Books
Near Municipal Court
Get $12.75 credit for six books

11 AM
Drive to University Bookstore
"All circuits are busy"
Computer wiring
Parts missing
One employee feeling sick
Leaves early
Sell one book
"This is All" by Aidan Chambers
For $3.00 credit
Leave bookstore, drive to U Cong Church
Sign in church office
Drop off two boxes books for Superfluity Sale
Call Scott
They won't take his 10 vinyl Bug Nasties records
He says keep them, he'll take them

Drive to Ravenna, find free parking space,
Walk 25 blocks to work
Eat lunch, clock in 12:45 PM
Work work
Work work
30 minute break
Eat eat
Work work
Work work
No work phone work
Use roving cell phone
Really
6:01 PM
Clock out
Spend $3.00 credit on chips and cookie
Walk to car
Drive to library
Chase email
Chase money
Chase denisianpress
Blog blog
Write write
All circuits are open

Denis Streeter 2/6/14

43-8

Reading Mark Mill's book The Savage Garden.


43-8


The game has made me wrong
I don't know what to say
I feel silent

Watching tv alone
Reading
Sound on, sound off
Feeding my dystopia
Wandering my savage garden

It's on again, put down my book
I remember wondering, is it true,
how some know the final score
from the game's beginning
I didn't
I still thought we might lose

Half time
I thought Denver might pull it together
How to know
A third quarter
It wasn't until fourth quarter,
I realized we would win,
But continued watching, reading,
Wondering what to feel
And then it's over
43 to 8

The game has made me wrong
I don't know what to say
I feel silent.

Denis Streeter 2/3/14

Breathe

I am learning to breathe.
Two panic attacks and a change in medication
Have brought me to this place
Of floating inside outside myself
Mind flux
Wondering what will happen
When my mind short circuits my ability to work
And I am left leaving
Downshift to upshift?

I am learning to breathe.
Chest cold body temperature three degrees below normal
Subnormal yet hyper aware
Body seismic earthquake
Reverse flu habitat
Mind shifting from sand to sea
Drifting spaces panic to calm
Two hours to normal
Wandering seize.

I am learning to breathe.
Some rhythmic flow
Do not circle my mind
Pace my feet
Hour after hour
Robbing my sleep
Reach beyond
For-Next loop
Outside connection
Teach me to breathe.

I am learning to breathe.
God of the obvious
Guide my awareness
Even though I don't quite believe
I know I can do
More than myself
Love breathe connect
Beyond this place
You are
More I can be
Breathe

Denis Streeter 1/19/14

Epiphanies

I'd like a bowl of epiphanies
That dry cereal cold milk awareness
Swirling down my throat, prickling chest
Heart mind awareness light tingling
Body illuminated bulb growing
Fresh shoots tingling spine
Flowing central stream
Connecting all one source
Pinpoint light prickle through
Me to you
Some odd shared stream
Epiphanies me open
Cold milk my senses
Rehydrate me with
Substance of spirit.

Denis Streeter 1/5/14

December 23

"Doug it's Carolyn!"
"Doug it's Carolyn!"
Awake 9:30 AM Monday the 23rd on my day off
10 AM I hear a door panel pop
as the neighbor's front door beneath me
is wedged open...hear a gasped cry
I finish my exercises, shower, and breakfast
Open my front door and head downstairs
There's a police officer guarding the busted in door
Woody mustiness seeps out
A police investigator talks to a relative of Doug named Carolyn
I talk to her
My neighbor beneath me has passed away...
He was 66 years old, never married, increasingly reclusive
Condo neighbors had been trying to get in touch with him for over a week
He never answered phone calls or knocks on his door
His relatives didn't seem too concerned at first
He'd always been pretty ornery and reclusive
He'd had five heart attacks in the last couple years
The last anyone had heard from him was about a week and a half before
He called the condo board treasurer to say he was too weak to deliver his condo check
And taped it to his door
He had no friends
Perhaps he had some form of aspergers...for he had a brilliant mind...
But no people skills...
In years past he would call me and cuss me out for having the washer/dryer on too late
The garbage disposal piping leaking through his ceiling...that I fixed
His complaints were always right...just not kind
I tried to stay out of his way
The condo board was increasingly worried about him and wondered
If I heard anything immediately beneath me
I hadn't for the last couple weeks, but
I can be pretty oblivious...
"Doug it's Carolyn!"
"Doug it's Carolyn!"
I talked to Carolyn...
Doug was found on the floor beside his chair with a book near his hand
We guessed it was a heart attack, but at least he passed quickly
I talked to Carolyn about my love of books and how helpful Doug had been in the past
As the fix-it man of the condo
When did he begin his decline?
When will I begin my decline?
Has it already happened?
Who will come knocking at my door?
"Denis it's ...!"
"Denis it's ...!"
Will I be present or passed?
All I know is
I make a difference in this life I am living
How will I connect
In the time I have left?

Denis Streeter 12/30/13

Unknown

All the new that fell behind
Left in shelters of my mind
Camped in my house of many rooms
Open and close
Hibernation...
I am asleep through this waking life
Dull with what I have done and undone
Memory fails and then receives
Too late for what I must do
And what must I do?
The new has become old and more new coming in
Change and risk is what I must do
Not the risk that endangers my life...but yes...maybe that too
More the risk of connection and relationship
That makes my life and their life richer for our presence
And the learning...expansion...
Shall never cease.

Denis Streeter 12/23/13