i had a view of the world
giganticjet
This is a webpage but it would rather be a cowboy in a spaghetti western
Sunday, September 08, 2024
when i tuned 18
i had a view of the world
Sunday, June 23, 2024
stained with sage and gold earth
Monday, May 20, 2024
did you ever mock a stranger / mercilessly in your life
of great ignorance
Friday, April 26, 2024
i called the time of my father’s death
i called the time of my father’s death
now i remember it every april 22nd
the moment is in the morning
looking clear but it also might rain
there’s a strong breeze flying clouds
.
i’m the clock with a brain and eyes
noting how his last breaths go in and out
his pursed lips as if he were taking air
under water through a reed
each breath a little less and a little less
to the point where i had to lean over
and listen & listen all receding into silence
then nothing how could he be so still
.
later we had a wake and cut slices of cake
there were sunflowers
he loved sunflowers
i never knew
there was much about him
i never knew
.
we flow from moment to moment
in this life like we are fixed here
or as if riding on a gentle stream
but the current is deep
and it ends in oblivion
but enough of that
enjoy the scenery with me today
look at the banks of the river
the sky and all the things we can see
choose to enjoy it despite the fact
it ends in so many ways
though exalted and amazed
in what you receive
everything granted
is also being taken back
tut tut let go let go
breath
breath
breath
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love this
and you will
find freedom
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for my Father
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
i say i will
but i do
and i feel
a certain injustice
that says more about me
Monday, February 19, 2024
men and women see places in the night differently
"Honey, Mr. Bee is not from dimensional space ... "
"Honey, Mr. Bee is not from dimensional space, so his attempts at humor will be different from ours. But he is not harmful. He never has been."
"Yes darling, but when he turned your face blue, it was just for an afternoon, and Mrs. Simmons wasn't bothered by rhyming every other word over that 3 day weekend. She said it felt novel. She is a poet, after all, and she still teaches him poetic theory on Wednesdays."
"I will talk to Mr. Bee and remind him, most firmly."
The caller then noticed me, after he had placed his phone in his pocket. "I do apologize if my conversation was too loud."
I shook my head.
"In any case, our lab is funded though the public, and anyone is welcome to attend ... a totally open and above board program, with no hidden agendas."
I nodded.
"Here is my card, you are welcome to drop by anytime and talk to the Departments."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Oh, the Departments? Time, Space, Novelty, Linear Theories, Circular, Things, Clouds, Weather, and Harmony."
The train pulled up to the station.
"Goodbye!" said the caller with the card.