she put a fresh coat of paint on every window sill re-caulked the tub to be sure it didn't leak cleaned the house like it had never been cleaned before I took the kids for a weekend trip to come back to a new beginning and two empty wine glasses just an hour after he left
Maybe it's hard to appreciate, but pure pitch black night is beautiful. We live in a world of brilliant neon, bright street lights, convenient light switches and flashlights. We always want the lights on to lead the way. Have you ever stopped to look at the darkness? Soak in the emptiness of not being able to see what is near you? Close to you? In front of you? Look up. Look up at the stars on a clear night. Look up at the half moon shining through a cloudy sky. Look up at the storm overhead. Wait for lightning to illuminate. Then pause. Breathe in deep. We were born in darkness. There's always a light. Sometimes you just need to wait for it. Then close your eyes, the darkness behind your lids is the same, isn't it? Think where you are walking. Don't trip. Think about the uneven sidewalk. A lightning bug will help. A little bit. Feel what is around you. Sense what is around you. Know what is around you. Don't run into the wall that has been there for a hundred years, a thousand years. 1/2 Just Ten Lines Salamander slithers Into my dreams Knows only darkness Wombat burrows Escaping danger
Can you hear that? The stars twinkling The moon half lit Speaking in tongues Crickets rub their legs And sing you a song It's late summer The cool air Surrounding you Like a blanket
It's when I want to talk to you But too tired to have a conversation To pour a drink But the liquor is over there To kiss you gently But scared to touch your lips To hold hands and take a walk But my legs don't want to work To fall asleep next to you But in a different room
It's like that day, you were walking down the street - just like every other day you walk down the street.
I spend my time
So alone Truck stop bathrooms Cheap cologne
I will stay
Close to you
Not far away
There are things That sting And when they Fly too close I get All Ninja And probably Look like An idiot
It seems that the story is always told in the eyes of the human and never the chased. Today we flip this around and although I was not there, I have put on my possum goggles and will attempt to retell the tale of the great chase. Dammit, they haven't taken the garbage out Hehe, the screen door is slightly ajar, now's my chance Ah, the aroma of bacon and eggs fresh off the griddle - I can already taste it Focus. Mission. I. Am. Here. For. Food. Focus. Focus. Focus Perfect, I'll just jump on her lap then right up to the table Oh shit, she saw me! Why is she screaming? Why am I flying? THUD! Ouch! Get back on your feet young possum What's that in her hand? It looks like a shovel, this isn't going to be good I feel like I'm running fast, but I'm not moving much. Stupid slippery floor. Can't. Get. Traction. SWAT! Whew, that was close, she's a maniac, a maniac with a shovel. ABORT!
I fired a shot without possession of a gun You returned fire with accuracy I walked the line and paused You stood straight and tall I sang a song and danced a jig You hummed a familiar tune I called a thousand times You might not answer And we'll walk and converse In our other life
A couple walking down the sidewalk Their stride in perfect unison A man in a black trench coat Carries a white fluffy dog A broker passes by while on the phone Talking about investments and returns An elderly woman limps Asking for change along the way A kid on a ten speed Weaves through traffic
Intricate little details Carvings in stone Until the third floor horizon When walls become plain Inside Exposed brick and beam Warm heat, fluorescent Crooked walls Personality Outside