Eagles On My Face: August 2010

Your hat

Gone now these

Twenty one years

Your addictions

Gone now

Your hat

It's in a drawer

For your birthday

I take it out

Wear it around

Tipping it

At all the pretty ladies

Why Eagles on My Face?

Eagles on My Face, or anyone's, could be a

criminal sentence for a horrible crime,

one that's not quite horrible enough

for the death penalty. The defendant

is hereby sentenced to Eagles on Her Face.

But, Eagles on My Face, or yours, is not a

criminal sentence. It was a misunderstanding.

My brother had called me two weeks before

Christmas to tell me to tell our mother to

order him "Angels on My Face"--a gentle

facial scrub made of ground almonds and

soothing lavender oil. I heard him say

"Eagles on My Face."

So, I Googled that, and of course,

"Eagles on My Face did not match

any documents." Neither did

"Angels on My Face," because

my brother had gotten it wrong, too.

It's "Angels on Bare Skin,"

for anyone who's interested

in wasting $10 dollars on a

3.5 oz medieval soap recipe

distributed by Lush.

You'd be much better off wasting

your time reading my blog.

Eagles On My Face