My Vacuous HeartI guess it's more than just One day out of twelve That I get a jolt seeing you walk by.My Vacuous Heart
It's a drop of green dye In a basin of clear, clean water That dances down like Locks of hair, the key To the lock of an empty cell.
A cry from far away, A flash of light in dark mist. We run and trip, Completely independent.
I can only imagine- Sometimes paths cross, you know- And I know there are some days We say the same words, Pass the same strangers.
Me, a stranger, A voice heard over the sounds of traffic, Lost
The SwitchThe morning had faded, The grass was a jaded Color like sunbaked cloth.The Switch
I slid my hand through the concrete slit, Skin skidding with grains of white flesh, The simple terror of incarceration, Incineration, inching through that small space.
But the reward is great, the light. The switch at the back of this grate, The sun behind and bright, fighting The clouds as shadows competed.
I sigh, a sallow flash agaist a painted wall, A hiss inside the singing circle, Fingers touch and scramble Up and around that small space.
Concrete, c
Procrastination EssayHow does one know when an innocent rest or a moment’s distraction has morphed into that specter, that haunting siren of enterprising people, Procrastination? It’s a vital distinction, especially when urgent tasks are at hand. That’s why this month we’ll be helping a local zombie slayer, Mister Erich, to determine if his penchant for crossword puzzles and rifle cleaning has crossed the threshold into P-land. Firstly, Erich may whip out some Mathematics to justify a belief that he is procrastinating. This Area of Knowledge (that’s an A.O.K. for those on the inside) makes undeProcrastination Essay
WallsMidnight The house is so quiet, Dark windows roaring in reflection, Open closets leaking out melodies.Walls
Paint runs down the walls in dry rivulets, And I run my hand up the topcoat, Reading the landscapes of its color.
Shadows are short where there is little light, And they hug the caster, Barely an outline on the surface.
Midnight I set up a laboratory in the corner, Last year's novelty flashlights at my feet, Today's page open in the calendar.
Paint runs down the brush in shining drops, And I run the bristles over the topcoat,
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