Sunday, January 29, 2017
I didn't know all the ins and outs Still closing my mind to driving it around only in town So what have we here Mistakes making it rain regret Looking forward to the thank yous I will mouth in the frozen countryside where I long to be Where I am longing
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Is good and maybe true about the wires. Sure. Necessary. For the machines. What about the rest of it resting, okay, not resting. There is no switch to off. I looked and looked. What I could see, well the only thing was a rule of blinking or not blinking because of missing.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Plants grow tall in the light. The lamp is another reminder. I missed the place altogether. What happened beams were bright and the moon slipping away I was too embarrassed to believe I made a mistake. Now is ridiculous so don't tell anybody after. All.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Just every time the breeze came up how it was changing being changed Now there is another part saying small fast small fast blinking And what of each day a personality leaving it behind for the moon What I told myself was panic what actually happened was slower It might be awhile because the cord the cord is attached
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath
Monday, January 16, 2017
Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
I was supposed to manage the store but the others didn't let me really. After the bombing and before the bombing I could never be the same person again so I dreamed big and went to Mannheim and stayed there a year night classes the start of America shorthand typing.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
All we had to do was keep walking into the new day and keep our heads up. Kopf hoch. Nase hoch. We were the orphans called Waisenkinder. We came from shoemakers church decorators like icing on a cake. We asked the sparrows to be friends maybe they would think about it get back to us later on the subject. Hold my hand for just a little moment. You belong to the world.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
The food bothered her more than anything. Too much of it at once (would make everyone sick?). She shunned it like she didn't have a body. She didn't need it want it. Desperate. To live. Showing up at the table, later. A few bites. She had to bring home a slop bucket they ate from grateful to the leftovers from the nuns. They were the only orphans in the town so everyone said.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Sunday, January 1, 2017
We looked for it endlessly with millions of others looking up. What was a huge star and the moon. Did this mean something beyond cinnamon cardamom making a face staring right back at the memory. You're supposed to let go. Let it burn down to embers maybe stirring up sparks later creating new heat out of the old. We put our minds to it and swore up and down. This passed by too soon and then I was asking my questions dreams answering back with more.