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