Not at all unlike a bear, preparing for winter, I have been scouting the kitchen. Most unfortunately, there are many leavings from the holidays. Folks just don’t listen and we leave leftover food where it is accessible. Each saved morsel carries with it a power-punch of caloric euphoria. Shit. Ah well. My New Year’s ResolutionContinue reading “Falling, Falling, Falling In Love”
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A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News
If a Wildebeest could watch the six o’clock news, would it be any different from me and you? I present this story as if it were true… A Wildebeest watches the six oclock news, his horns sit idly on the table nearby. Got his feet up, drinkin’ a beer, eating chips and dip. His window on theContinue reading “A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News”
Fishy
Fishie There are funny things that happen. Funny stuff. I don’t know that the rest of the world outside my bubble will find them funny but? Today, I put on my pants and, inadvertently, included one arm of my robe. It was stuffed down my backside. As I walked away, I jumped… noticing that something,Continue reading “Fishy”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
Baby And Bassinet
I dreamed that, as day roseabove the window-sill,an old clock radiodanced to life,spilledbad news,wokemeup. I lay then in bedsome minuteswhenI had an idea formaking a film, soI made a semi- rectanglewith both hands,the way directors doand looked through.. The scenewas of a baby comfortable,awake, but not distressedin a basinet, foreground. A landline telephone was ringing.Continue reading “Baby And Bassinet”
Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds
Have you noticed, I have, that politics are poison? A poison made more deadly by the delivery device? Yeah? Why? I think I know why and I think I know a lot of other illusory stuff, too. I am pretty smart. I am smart like a TV or a phone. Today, everyone has an opinionContinue reading “Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds”
Residue
I don’t knowwhere a boyor girl might go at the end butall atoms remainof the gone.Then,do the gonereally go? Shapes and clusterschange, decompose,remain,ready to rearrangeor trade clothes. When a star(which I once was)collects a little ofleftover unattractivestuff and shines because,the less handsomebecomebeautiful. One lawin the booksays,“There is conservation of matter”. I am matter,you matter…the twoContinue reading “Residue”
Feeling Grumpy
Anger spunin spokes so thin,warning dewdropsdid not glisten. I’m captured prey,muted heartbeat.The gasp of delight,I might have feltat colour or birds or day,is choked in rip-proof silk. Held as a hunter’s prizebut poisoned,emptied,already dried,I wait for the spider’s surpriseand pityan eight-legged, rumbling beastwho findssuch a miserable feast.
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