Strawberry Icecream

I checked the phone
And December came back with vengeance.
I checked the phone
And put it back down to snooze, but the alarm hadn't
I checked the phone
but, those words were still written across the screen.

I checked the phone.
And I knew there was no more sleeping.  I got up and went into the other room
I checked the phone
And decided I should call, because those words…they were still there.

I called back and we spoke for a while but the call was dropped.
I checked the phone
filed away, but still written…that phrase.

I checked the phone
And called via my computer to wrap up.
I had to get to work. What time was it?
I checked the phone.

And all the way to work I wore sunglasses as a mask because of what would pour out but that only lead to leaking so I got there and then comes the openness because I can not help it and it is the best way to be at a time that I must be all the broken that i can.

I breath

I check the phone
I go home and bake cookies. I am missing salt as well as the secret ingredient, but I bake cookies.


I keep checking the phone.

cold wet feet

my feet are so cold
           but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
           but his will never be

It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
           but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
           but I'll keep counting

no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered



(breath)
         



           but i wither too,
                                    just
                                           much
                                                     slower.

with out words

hers is a persistent beauty, the type that won't let go.  Setting up camp for a long term campaign.
---
hers is a short term beauty, the type that fizzles out.  Finding herself empty, and with no source.
---
hers is an intimidating beauty, the type men fear.  Lose of grounding in reality with prolonged exposure.
---
hers is a violent beauty, the type that wreaks havoc.  She presents herself as a weapon to destroy.
---
hers is an unseen beauty, the type that goes unnoticed.  Offering stability to those that invest in her.
---
hers is a consistent beauty, the type that endures.  Observers turn to her with expectation regularly.
---
hers is a considerate beauty, the type that differs.  She brings others along with her to every new level.
---
...

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.

Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.

It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

to be said

I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point

Pensil lead still lies
                                 a lot.

Fresh wrist

Newly freed from restrictive wraps,

I am reflecting at this distance from family.

This is the most expected difficult time of year. 

Well braced for it most years, I was preoccupied this time. 

Where are the clip clops of wooden heals?

The school skipping children and work escaping adults are at odds.  While they are able to value this season in greater contrast to the serounding, they must return the that pace.

Here we get to truly relax into what the season provides because we all join in...we are the seroundings 

Mr Richards

Dave had been the new guy for quite some time.  With no family to speak of, it was always a struggle to realize his part.  He did not like his own name.

At long last a chance meeting turned into a series of poor choices that brought him happiness.
There was a slow cutting away that felt like both freedom and abandonment. His partner in crime was happy to turn doubt into a way of life.  No foreseeable future, but childlike, they played house with no house to speak of…in the open.

At cliffs edge, cards are collected. Points plotted out that reel off into uncertainty.  Like a disc world map, no clarity lurks around the corner.

months away, the dust is only a further part purposelessness dragging out its faulty and fractured factual stance.

burnt sugar

She has burnt sugar in her eyes,
but stone brick feat.

trains to mars far gone and blind to the stars above,
shoes drop like rain.
there are no daisies and there is no waiting.
moving forward without nines or tens and full of life.
undetected separation of meaning
I'm an unintentional magician.

Roberta Sparrow

Blatant
Gone on down to the grandson Justin.

You are failing at you task sir.
You are reckless, though it is not your fault.
She has lied to you.  They all lie to you and I…
I am muzzled.  I railed to pavement and concrete.

a jelly bean craving leads to more unfolding.
but how then, How then!

eye lashes and symmetry can be deceptive.
Sir, such long necks you should have seen.
Have you not taken part? I can see your clicks.
I can see more unfolding and these papers, they cut.

Hands to hands and feet to feet
you are failing sir
but I shall be there to catch

as is the norm

please,
please walk with clarity.
your damage is transferable...

there is none

Foggy,

 you are still spinning about, you always have.
Finally else where, and still you call.
I'll move soon and maybe you will not find me.
and maybe you will not look. There is, after all a large swing looking to take you away.
The tickets are already printed, have you not seen them?
Don't you read?

time files drip out a phone number
but blue boxes are months away and unnatural anyway.

I'll weep smoke to keep you far.
please keep the lights off...

codes

a confounding sequence of numbers
I'd run and waste to have true chaos over this randomosity purporting to be truth.
I've turned destructive.
I've gone greenish.
Bones gone brittle, there is a greater need to bleed out this crude oil.
Let's set fires and be done with foolishness.
Let's fire foolishness and be done with sets.

continuously rising to the surface are these waves of un-regrettable  consequences.
I've turned the corner only to see from the wide shot, that I'm on a spiral staircase.
While I am raising, I'm always turning the corner.

I might as well close my eyes
I might as well listen deeper
but this door code,
it's corrosive in nature.

I might as well corrode...carefully

Wait for it....

With out the freedoms to speak whole truth, I gave testimony via a proxy request.  I must have let the weight and pain trickle through though...

With a space of time placed, I plotted trajectories and saw the erosion had reached cataclysm.  Then, as if to prove me worthy of the salt being poured, approached I was. Wound open, I suspected jocular pranks for which I had no time. Shy of this mark, I pried words and did demand of the silent salt seller to discover the intent of the closed fisted pleading. I was given counting pieces from said vendor! 

"I do not want your counting pieces!!!!" I writhed inside. 

Then came the now confirmed cataclysm. If the proxy carried such sway to stir sellers of salt to one so woeful and wounded, can one claim clairvoyance? Perplexed by proximity, I prefer gaps. Sleep and poor choices flow out of hand. These small numbers sewn into safety and secure out of pocket, I requested an audience.  As always a misreading of events makes minimal the response. I'm reduced to a small mound of assumptions. Only two plus full and long days plod by to reach me into this day. Into this time. Who knows the distance of time to reach the outside, where syncopated waves steal secrets. 

There is that time ahead as there is that timer headed to an end point.

"I want two bicycle wheels..."

Drip drip drip

I am still hiding

Run out of all other places 

I can not hear because I put up the brim.

I've become short sided.

Sleep avoids me and the buss driver prevents progress.

A bottle needs drinking and I run the risk of running out of time.

And their it is, the lie every one hears in the cross roads of of which meal to skip. 

I want only one song in my head...

This war is unmaking me.

כן ומה...

Counting up and down

There is no math for orders sake.

No three fold reasons find themselves flowing down but beneath as well.

A race to find the fulcrum and medium.

Spent beyond, but it's the season for such stressors.

It's now decades of training fighting to fit with in the new paradigm.  

מה שאני חסר

יש לו

מה שאני צריך

יש לו

מה שיש

יש לו

ותודה לאל, הוא נותן את הכול שטוב לי

hours and hours

Eighty beyond the zeros, wisdom shook the foundations once again.
A failure to perceive makes for bad baking habits
and this cake is in dire need of an oven.

The embargo continues and sleep flows like an intravenous drip.
While the acetylene torch of dreams scrapes out the benefit of any double time.
Each thought spun out, creates drag. Like the young take flight, I am pulled into the air and my feet

my feet forget themselves.

this season of loss draws on
                                             to its end
and even that end will be loss, but one I count as gain.
all that is dross, fits nicely in the ashen nest.
I love fire. It's an effective tool.

garlic

I harvested garlic today

The satisfaction of months of care.
Old life brought up for the benefit of the new.

What is tragic for us, will benefit many.
this core spins out of reach
and we sit in separate spheres…to everyones benefit.

Can we loop this sound track?
Can we stand in normal times?
I took the bones out of this sponge




and it is softer

is that you

Solara?

is that you?  I can't hear over this…this board game.

my hearing has been dampened
like a wet rag

black and white checks
All flags falling down the ranks

gas tank needs baked goods to turn the corner.
and those few cherished heads turn to see
while most eyes a fixed
                             forward

left and cheese, thats the case when time churns out

Flowing uphill

This sadness is haunting you my love, clinging even to your hair.

Straighten yourself from the unnatural mind. Take hold of the hands I have for you.  Those others only drag you further. Even lion cubs grown, play at times.  Be free of these questions dear one. You have curled your thoughts and spiraled your vision. Relax, repose is with in reach...but back a few steps.  

Your catapult awaits.

Eating cookies

To what degree do we maintain this March?

It's funny in the most frieghtening way.  I am butter both frozen and molten. With wings together, it's math getting pushed out in their faces.

Horned rims, unforeseen and well rounded. Two weeks time falls out of order.  What will be done if the vacuum persists? 

Decay threatens the door at every corner.

I stay the course.

full charge

What happened?
Gone off topic in life expression?
In over an hours time I did not check my cellular devise once.  Captivated by light, long, and curly.
Then to receive such gifts in the after math…
I find myself dwelling upon the best, blessed outcome.
I forgot i had a phone!
So I'll bounce these off the walls of another's brain with out care for the paint job.  It's not my responsibility.  This may be harsh, but I have to think of what's best for me. and guard myself and i'm moved by brevity, but not enough.  It's simply not enough for me to dig deeper.  I'll keep seeking and taking list, last, and crazzy.

I am elipses

What exactly is your endgame?
How does this help her and why am I the delivery boy?

And how is this helping you? why will you not fill in the cracks when you know I have already read the mail. You are one sided and self minded, but it seems not for the best!

And you are loved, but now from a distance. The adversarial nature of territorial espionage and spiritual sabotage, leaves me

With out place and choice i push forward because what was can not be.  No back tracks in this corn field.  No corn tracks in this back field. (but popcorn with track and field, What a snack!)

We can see the sputter now.  The minimal dots of dot dash nature are such that you need more time but less text.  I'll tack you as far as I can, but formatting will play with the target.

Dear ones, I due promise to help.
Will, you be helped?

flesh press

No

No, I will not be treated this way

The stone clouds approach, pressing in and I am a broken branch
A wingless bird and the second chance is breathless and quite distant. I don't dare.

I may be bitter herbs and thorn in hand, but I am not the salt in your water.
Why do you smash the cup? why is there feedback starting the speakers?

these stone clouds, they always win. He has already stepped in! lift your well lit eyes!
you can see with your own two! I thought my hand full of thorns so I dared not lend it, but you lean on rotten stumps.  NO

No, I will not let you treat me this way.

I approach stone clouds thorn free, and press out the bitter herbs.
I am not standing or forcing and I'm thankful.  Help comes from those I know who can.

These birds tell the truth with lit eyes, looking up and carrying whole branches. Second chances.

Breath!

Salt water rain only in taffy land and cups un-smashed.

I feel and the harsh curbs my execution, but I'll feel to the fullest.

I'll still be here when you get back, but I'll be older…and so will He.

New layer

It's a deeper layer that takes in the dye...

Fresh and topped up, but weeks early. Coloring made off by exposure.

Slink and just under the wire, micro signals broadcast on frequency and on point.

(Or jazz shoe, as the case may be)

Maybe cousins need longer hand shakes...maybe hands need larger milk shakes

There is this wave shape to the frequency

And they are crashing down on the bank of what is right behind me. 

While the ocean gives life, I'm in need of spring water further inland.

the one day clause

The hour followed her out of the room with her hyper color hair. She exhibits and inhabits beauty with exacting balance. Widely blinking out the need for more than water.  Minutes and seconds gather at her feet just to stand close.   They increase and are never enough for an approach. Becoming hours, they continue out of the room…wrapped up in her wake. Clocks dry up and wither so the seeds can be planted for when they can resume regular rotation.

(the curvature of the thought process bounces between those of you wanting clarity.)

Once again she found a key stroke to set the flames on a war path. Righteous weapons rightly given and safely posted dormant for the duration of the down time. My own wrath comes from this one day clause.  Cosmic ,maybe comic, -ly insufficient.  I'm laid waste to the under met kavod, and how pervasive it must be in every corner to keep the building standing.  I think she is safer outside...

Who want to have a high-rise happen upon them?

"Fading" or "Oh yes, but that was last month"

The salad was enough to carry...

The coat, the pockets are full of weighty     times

Smoke in her hair and beds to put together but so many miles are pouring into my heart that the room is already full and empty of the most important things 

Pace ripens as the harvest approaches and letters get missed and then miss placed.

A posting of the boarder variety

Because the magazine is an emptying clip.

News

I need more news of the corner and what's around it.

to strong

that day the water was saltier and the words more clear and the signs…equal

this day the water is still salty but of different origin.  There are no words and the signs…unbalanced.

what I needed was provided

what I need is unfounded

bus walk finds new men and lines of them
stars unfold in the dance and I'm swirled in the mist
(yes that style mist)
soft and cushy days away
and the hard stuff on the bottom shelf
                                               my shelf

the string unravels and the damage points mount a new cleft and the and never stop because they keep pouring through and over the cracks.




depart from me, quickly and before I do you damage.

Little point

I might as well just 

                                I haven't the time to caution 

The voices I hear there

       voice I hear here

                                      It's a series of choices I'm trying to make you see. Please be respectful of your potential.  You are devastating and it is such 

a good 

thing.

Half way

To come part way up, I'm still shocked at how my foolish can be used.  At every turn I beat head on bricks and then the walls built from them... Or walls and then the bricks they are built with...

You see!  Even there, this providence fills out.  What I'm not quite finding is this turn. This left one, because we can't be right. 

Right?

lists

like leaning…to fall over
my intention is faulty.

you can try but this
 is higher than I can reach
and this 5 minute timer keeps hitting its mark.


hot rice with shaved thin carrots
so sorry for the string of insults

the idea was not quite form fitted.


see you in the approaching.

Title past

But you didn't plan not to

I mean, I'm guilty of the same so no judgment here, but I'm still calling it.  

Still stuck in this underscore

Under tow looks out for those feet and I intercede.

Rumble drum rolls out beats eratic to match my heart 

In the Hopes that balance can fit the out come.

And I have my lines laid out before me. 

Ballistic style destruction is coming, and I'll set my heart against it.

It's the only force I trust to save them, and they are worth it.

tide

8 plus 7 is only 15
so 1450 is the expectation?
Well 19 has always been a number of tet.
A mask to remember and the adoration of bright eyes to bring distraction.
I'll find fitting places, I'll find a landing
 
                or one will be provided for me

slink an inch here, fake a link there
all will wear thin and or out given the right amount of timing.