Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
~The night man. When it's time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces that have been dear to me. In his thrall, I awake each day a little closer to childhood.~ image: https://pixabay.com/users/delphinmedia-348407/
Were I to gatherthe rarest of woods,matchsticks in multitude,and vintage amber lac,I would set to the building of that Strad,its secrets laid bare by an angel. And in its voice would be your intonations.And in its resonance, the beat of your living heart. *** Photo: Eastman Strings
November is when cats die, in my experience. One from a seizure. Two from tiny hearts. They helped with Hallowe'en first, then left me to cry in doldrums of cold. *** image credit: http://www.stock.adobe.com
~The swell and billow of a cloud in the blue hand of the sky. The slowness of its permutations, and how it imagines into life these tiny brown birds who poke about the lawn in their tweedy jackets. Above, three gulls- raucous captains of the currents. Those rude overseers.~ *** image credit: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamstime.com%2Fstock-photography-three-seagulls-flight-image2495602&psig=AOvVaw0k4ZPnUyEbPaKgkzzWiQ8J&ust=1622577804572000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CBcQtaYDahcKEwiA4b3N2_TwAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBw
I think of what the skin holds in, what's in the bone, alone. The finds of the fingers that linger. What's unsaid beneath the teeth. *** photo credit: https://openchurch.com/free-download/photo-of-womans-face-in-shadows-1004047/
~Somewhere by a brook~I say. A Freudian slip. You say What? What was that? I say ~Nothing~ but can't keep a leash on plodding thoughts that say ~Plant a small bush~ ~One that's out-of-place~ ~One that will thrive on leavings~ *** Image: Flickr.com
At times,I am one for shrouds- the fogs of morning, the smokes of burnings, squints through filmy windows. Oh these private mysteries, these fond imaginings- Manet, Monet, Degas, Renoir.I pick and choose. I fetch, in polaroids I etch. *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/johnnyjohnson20430-812216/ ]
~I drove a car two hundred miles today. I know we're not supposed to hug, but a woman cried in my arms as I despaired for her world. She said you are my big brother, then pushed me away. At home, the cat follows me. There is food. What could he be needing?~
and this day has a nevermind feel the soulful king is full of regret~hands off~ he knowswatch those whispersfor they betray the teabag tumblesin morning mumblesdo not touch the lingering cathe's spiny he's moonyhe knows, too this boat floats with just a whistle *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/dpexcel-5262680/ ]
Oh you, by the window- all metaphor and innuendo. Granny fists at the ready to cauliflower my ears, to pummel my donkey resoluteness. And I say Why Don't You Make Me? ~More malleable~ *** [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/mythicson-12927017/ ]
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