A Story

And just like that, the wind opened the pages of his book. Not just to any page, the wind is strange. Her page. Silly wind playing with his head, playing the raven to his mock Edgar Poe life. And so he read, he had to. He tempted not the mistresses of wind, fate, or scorn. They are best let to run their path. And he read, he read the page he'd read a thousand times before, from the book he'd vowed to dispose of 20 score more. He read it because he had to. It was an addiction, a habit... something just short of a tradition.

That word makes it sound too glorified... "tradition." It was equal parts joy and pain. The joy was just fleeting, reminiscing, used-to-bes. And the pain was wrapped up in it. Or maybe those memories were wrapped in pain. Liar man, they weren't happy, they were just... they just were. They were all he had. Had he something else, someone else, she'd be a twinkle in the Arizona sky. But she had; rather, he had built her a nest in his mind. And so that is where she lay, without really knowing he hated her for moving on, or not thinking about him.

He hated this damn book he couldn't throw out, this un-novel novel. He hated this redundant expeditious track to mental anguish. His whole train of thought, derailed by a simple, deliciously evil breeze. He reared back and twitched slightly, made as if to throw the book into the lake, but paused. And instead just closed the cover, tucked it under his arm, and walked away. He wasn't ready for that yet.

But he was getting close.

Summer Shifts of 2003

My life is a series of 4 hour shifts
At least in the summer of '03 anyways.
Wake up early
Drive to work
Dale Carnegie
4 hours
Tick
Tick
Tick
9 o'clock
3 more to go
10 o'clock
I can't take this anymore
Get me out of this box
10:30
I need munchkins
I'm starving
Somebody get me some god damn...
Ooo thank you.
11 o'clock
Almost there
11:45
What's wrong with this damn clock?
GOOOOO!
11:59
Freedom!

Back in the car
Drive home
4 hours of free
Kind of free time
Lunch
Email
Reading

3:30 Pool attendent
What a joke
I can't opena  band aid
Never mind save a life
Why is this time moving so slow?
Little kids in the pool
Always little kids
Where are the hot girls?
WHERE ARE THE HOT GIRLS?
Oh hell
Tick
Tick
Tick
Check the chemicals at 5 and 7
The highlight of my night
What?
Towel?
Did somebody say something about a towl?
Who needs a towel?
Because I can GET you a towel!
I AM TOWEL MAN!
Oh where are the girls?
7'oclock
I'm so hungry
Nice people
In your nice clothes
Won't you please bring me a plate?
LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M THINKING AT YOU!
Damn it
Oh Pepe` you are so kind
With your plate of sushi and shell pasta
A true friend in good service I have made
Tick
Tick
Tick
Oh sweet joy and rapture
8 o'clock has come

In my car
To home?
The gym?
Some wild party with playboy bunnies?
Per chance all three!
Alas bed time after 12
Only to extend my 4 hour days
I can take this no longer
Signed
Your friend,
Richard Boehmcke

The Future

This seems to me a commentary about me being able to glimpse my brilliant, fantastic, future but not being able to get to it because of an obstacle. Heavy right? Created March 17, 1998.

Sorrow and the Pity

Pity and sorrow are strange bed fellows, they are ok to fall asleep with, but never wake up with them for they should never spend the night.

~RTB

Wonder Years

I wrote you a poem
So write me a song
Make sure it rhymes
Make sure not too long
We've come a long way
Notched a large belt
We've been through so much
Seen, heard, and felt
Fork in the road
Knife in my back
Too little you have
Too much I lack
Choices to make
Reason to speak
Tell me the truth
Lies make it weak
God knows I love you
God knows I care
It's slipping away
See how we fare
Make a choice
Made a decision
No choice, just a scratch
Every word, an incision
No time on the clock
No fear in my soul
Time for a climax
'Cuz it's taking a toll
So take a number
And fall in love
Choose them all
Or none of the above
Side with a sinner
Or dance with a saint
Be who you are
'Cuz I know you ain't
Your heart for my flowers
A kiss for your tears
A hug for your love
My love for your fears
This moment in time
This day in your life
This friend of all friends
The love of my life.

-Rich Boehmcke, Age 17

Laughter

And they laughed

They laughed like they’d never laughed before

With tremors of hilarity

And the shine of royalty

They laughed themselves into a forgotten past

That only they’d remember

-RTB

Quote

Never assume somebody could care less, because when you do, you are telling them you want them to.

-RTB