Monday, February 27, 2017

I Remembered

Then I promptly forgot the islands Their breezes dead from so far away Only the moon seemed the same when squinting And that was quite a stretch anyway up against the foothills Springtime snows were trying their best imitations of a winter Long past due

Sunday, February 26, 2017

It Was New

Whatever happened there was new each day. A small pile of debris would be where the area was clear the night before. The same chairs and tables. Stools. That coin and that pencil. There could be detected in the air a slight noise like shifting or shuffling. It was the camera and what was supposed to be a smoke alarm. Of course no fire would occur in the cement building. Dust was the main problem plus shed skin and hair. Fingerprints. Gum. All the fast food containers littering the cans too narrow too geometric to imagine those meals only holding them against the plastic bag becoming less fresh with each passing hour how could it be when it was changed so often so the smell would be gone making way for fresh air inside is a desert now and the empty barbershop chairs brought over from the E.M.U. sit empty and waiting and heavy.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Decision

Thankful for the small pleasures of routine, I got on a Prussian blue horse to ride to the lonely Sunset Opera Pink which was across town, and a place I could walk to, but I decided it would be faster this way and I wouldn’t be late. There were some problems at the door and I had to swipe my own card, not follow anyone in on theirs: security was that tight. A guy even pushed me away when I tried to follow him in, thinking he was one of us, but he wasn’t, even though he worked there, too. I said, don’t touch me as he basically shut the door on me and once underground, I turned into permanent alizarin crimson because Terre Verte had been listening a few feet away. Wasn’t anything private anymore? Was this caught on a hidden camera, as well, Cascade Green and English Red Earth probably having themselves a fine chuckle at this very minute. Hey, hello, I said to my friend (also transparent) whose name was Anthraquinoid Scarlet. He told me a story about Smalt Genuine and it was a whopper. But I wasn’t listening. I was beginning to develop a small crush on Moonglow who was now walking with Viridian (again) when they met at the corner, the one painted Rare Green Earth with Lunar Black. I thought of Mars Yellow, floating down the hallway with only my implements. I moved this way and that. Payne’s Gray shone behind the widows and I thought, yes, that’s why I am here, that’s what draws me again and again. Pompei Red and Buff Titanium. Their stations made their small sounds echo in the large space.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Me & My LOL

Us that was and is Shadowy behind the drops One daffodil one slick spot. Roethke waking to Spring. Sky glowing upwards undulations. This is what I feel. Always.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

So Wait

So wait she said there's time for that Because the mist and fog are first choose to be among them living What I viewed was flat Trees hung out their lace Listening for more rain Roethke's rain not mine Waltzing around the hall Digging in its roots Where weather does not touch

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Folding And Unfolding

Yes remember when they walked so fast To the blood borne pathogens training And you could barely keep up Over to facilities that was lucky Because they let go the big one Just for that you get daffodils In a three inch pot and the cherry pastry They sell at The Kiva just for this day His run will be easier tonight just think Only a few more before you can get back To yours and all that architecture All that language

Sunday, February 12, 2017

All Told

I told him about the rain but didn't use the word rain in anything or so I thought I told him to be wonderful but that was already true Did it mean anything all these tellings all added up together The sky is clear what of it tell me again that it is blue because when they kick you off the mezzanine they kick you off for the good of the building or so the story goes I forgot two days or two weeks

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Und So Weiter

Weiter und weit weg. I can hear it if I listen close to my ears that buzzing what is happening to them

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Day Before Tomorrow

They say good morning when actually it is barely night Moon can you tell me about all your owls Please look don't listen to the small beads falling they are from the necklaces dropping down the mountains That's what they say before all the cleaning That's what they mean clearing night away

Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Questions And My Answers

The questions bothered me but not like before Idaho and all could wait forever for a thaw but this valley is ready for spring and all its promises so what if waiting has seemed like forever dripping into the muck which becomes soil and is supposed to be good

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Irrational Red Closet

Purpose? Ask the stairs Six and propose a change Ha ha very funny not around here This little red closet is yours not only for emergencies So you know keep a list Not about the cases but about the gloves

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


I was a little weepy when he brushed me off at the elevator again his brusque answer with snide sideways humiliation all I was asking was how is it going and I should know by now this is not something to ask in the middle of the night just back from the Mezzanine so what if he then asked for my dust mop head in order to sew the end then I noticed all of them had those short fat stiches