Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The pages of this calender drift
in and out of memory.
The soft paper flips casually from
one week to the next then
all of a Sudden
one month is gone,
the days synchronized and squished
into neat little boxes and numbers.
Like that,
time pushes relentlessly forward
the ebb and flow of us
forgotten in the names of passing seasons.
The only thing you can do
is feel the moist earth with your bare feet
to remember that for the moment
you are grounded.
in and out of memory.
The soft paper flips casually from
one week to the next then
all of a Sudden
one month is gone,
the days synchronized and squished
into neat little boxes and numbers.
Like that,
time pushes relentlessly forward
the ebb and flow of us
forgotten in the names of passing seasons.
The only thing you can do
is feel the moist earth with your bare feet
to remember that for the moment
you are grounded.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I fell asleep while watching t.v
The static colors played against
the back of my eyelids.
Dull neon greens and yellows
flashed dully, etching
themselves into my memory.
I absorbed everything.
The garish chatter of cartoons
pressing demands of infomercials
soft whispers of soap operas
hurried voices of newscasters
And then,
our story played
our very own sitcom on the airwaves
we laughed,
we fought,
we cried,
we loved,
and then all of a sudden
It ended.
A to be continued...
stoic on the screen.
But by then I had woken up
Because
real life is so much better
Then the static color and noise
and the tentative be continues.
I don't have to wait for the next episode
because real life is so much better.
The static colors played against
the back of my eyelids.
Dull neon greens and yellows
flashed dully, etching
themselves into my memory.
I absorbed everything.
The garish chatter of cartoons
pressing demands of infomercials
soft whispers of soap operas
hurried voices of newscasters
And then,
our story played
our very own sitcom on the airwaves
we laughed,
we fought,
we cried,
we loved,
and then all of a sudden
It ended.
A to be continued...
stoic on the screen.
But by then I had woken up
Because
real life is so much better
Then the static color and noise
and the tentative be continues.
I don't have to wait for the next episode
because real life is so much better.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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