Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Mystery Of The Mean Custodian And The Leathery Oak Leaves

There were four dog beds plus a few blankets lots of fur crumbs of dry feed and leg bones still with meat on them. Could you please restrain your little hog I mean dog the mean custodian said into the air.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

There Was Once

Blue hides behind rain behind green. It looked more and more like monsters. The squares changed places. They were open fields until the sun. The same color looked different. Depending on what else is alive. See how weaving happens.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Blink Twice For No

Say it isn't so. The countryside is carrying me on down the road to what is the same point we started with years ago I counted steps now it is miles or blocks to where they've poisoned more than what we knew people are opening their eyes rinsing away the gas toxic mess

Friday, November 25, 2016

Touch Of Time

What you spent your whole life living floating in the blue green because of you so there take my life as thanks for everything you've studied lived and read because of you I am in the pages seeing beyond words

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Just About Now

Some day she, too, would have it all. A little cabin by the creek, him fishing. The construction would take eons and that would be the fun of it, something to tell the others about along down the road just about now.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Odd Moment

The evenings were usually upside down. For instance when it was night the Pirates called it morning as in good morning and when it was morning dawn weighing in beds calling nostalgia for the buildings their construction then it was goodnight. I meant to say custodians.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

The Haunted Manuscript

The words came alive when the custodian turned out the lights rounded the corners in the old cement and asbestos building housing libraries, labs, offices, and studios. The words piled up onto floors and next to the vents. They scurried along to the dead basin looking for water. There they died and starved some of them too young to care for themselves. Mostly they became plans for dwellings complete with parking lots and energy grids. Having been put to the test of time, the words hatched plans.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Dusty Vent

It turned into a minor neurosis: ignoring the vent in the face of another write-up. Some take the risk and others vacuum. I was still undecided about which way to go. This will define me, I thought to myself and my thoughts became Lawrence Hall. All those round corners. The insanity of the Mezzanine. What doesn't kill you they say the saying goes.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Corner Confidential

Dust bunnies have nothing on corners. Always more to it than the edge. He called it sand on the stairwell. Actually, it was lots of spiderwebs. We all hope for the best in this disaster. The floors are quick to dry. When this happens, it is like the Great Basin. It is so beautiful and smooth and empty.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Forgotten Moonrise

When I remembered to look to open it was already way up high in the clouds against the midnight morning with a circle more belonging to the pine tree than to Josef Albers.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Moonface Moon

The best moon face moon in a lifetime of Sy (Synthesis) and all that WT (Waiting) in addition to lots of G (gyrations). The formulae is quite unbalanced. Each side quite unequal and off.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Now Any

Now any encounter with them is so familiar. Their slow gathering. How they seem to bump into things while we decided. The sound is there no matter how I ignore it. It is the sound of love that is surprising and constant so what if you are not quite in agreement? Paste me there and I will stay impossible. Peel me off the wall and I am still a poster advertising know-how. Crumple me up then swallow. That's how you consume me.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Puzzle Me

The rubble carried no answers no Da Vinci code even when put back together it still looked blasted apart of something solid no matter how many tears were shed over all the others they weren't coming back soft vowels ending their names. I wanted them and only them.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Only An Idea

After the riots, the ideas came. Most were good ones, most were realized long ago but forgotten in the new day. I'll ask my hippy father if he happens to remember kindness, sharing, and love. Those powers. That said, what could possibly be in my account what is due now?

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

De Enver

The mountains were far off countries independent Municipalities each kingdom so settled full of rocks and weeds. Let's go there soon have a picnic I'm bringing refreshments.

Monday, November 7, 2016

You Look So Familiar

Arm and leg Fingers and chin Don't I know you by now? From scratching and itching Two separate countries changing their minds again.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Smart Books

Their smartness broke apart my mindlessness. I got some smart books and started reading soon dreaming my dreams the way it always happens when we go at it too quickly without some sort of negotiation about coming up for air.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Mood 4

There wasn't a mood for it. There wasn't a time for it except sub-urban. The feeling of inexplicable loss inside the old grange-- what used to be a steep pass-- now grey, now endless traffic.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Late Afternoon Question

I asked my birthday a question that's post meridiem to me or you. That's the afternoon so formal and such. There's no going backwards but for the time change announced more than once to Group One at work like it was an original discovery that one hour life changing.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Strawberry Life

I had to plant bulbs, too out in front of the apartments. Half-off mums, little violas their faces like my own trying too hard to love getting tossed along with arugula into a green salad.