A pair of mended pantyhose, rationed from back during war time, hang on a wire, until dry, next to a patio railing lined with salted peanuts made as an offering to the nervous yet inquisitive Stellar’s Jays.
How I appear; how I am; how I perceive.
I first steeped in the blues near the delta shores of Muscle Shoals, as a child.
Families singing songs since forgotten by most places where time flows through you more quickly.
/ the grandfather clock was too tall for the shelf, but as it weighed,
not a penny,
not a penny, weighed more/
A pendulous arm with a weighted ball
pivots about the point of suspension.
Ticking out time in mono sound.
Watch it and I will show you how that strange land taught me to turn five seconds into three æons.
And, I write these words, first, by longhand to show how inane I can be; and,
to see those recognizing
kindness is kin of open-mindedness.
Sometimes I get a little...:howls the singer.
/And, when nobody’s there to write it, I’m gonna show you everything…/
/and, I can feel it in the silence…/
/why dont you come take a trip with me./
An emptied vessel is not necessarily vacuous; but, to
presume it is craven to be filled, is teleological fallacy.
a cistern is what it is:
Bits of sand transmuted into glass blown
to be exploded and then recapitulated.
Sea glass is simply sandy trash recycled.
I found the open secret viz a viz a well-marked rabbithole
with a spray painted perimeter to warn that
you fall at your own sweet risk.