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Wrush
The suspenseful declension inclined
clinal curves of conviviality.
It makes me smile, then shirk
…then smile again
eye rolling down into a shoulder shrugging rasp laugh.
{you gotta be quite-quiet when you live in an apartment}
Inclinations are just
as they ever are, even if others are disinclined.
A kind retired woman lives below my flat.
Kindly uncompassionate and compassionately unkind.
{or vice versa}.
The difference between merciless and unmerciful.
{or vice versa}.
Watch “Anika – I Go To Sleep” on YouTube
No rights, pure homage.
Shifting Sun
Parallel curves.
The flower on the stelé was gone by the time i passed it again.
I replaced it with another wildflower.
A triad of complementary colors.
A bit of red.
A coy bit of red.
The last of the spoils of fall’s autumn.
Piece x-million.
Preclude the possiblity of
neither
phase shifts nor
relectant troubadours.
Ones that hide on a lit stage
And
Whisper.
Have you scene the world as though there is
no division?
Now we just look for one another having grown
lonely & old
and alone.
I see you (all) as being pieces of my missing self.
Tolle lege.
Aspire to kindness.
but, own up or
just be.
Watch “I’ve Got A Feeling (Naked Version / Remastered 2013)” on YouTube
Why do i love this song?
Infinitely relatable and self-referential.
Can anyone say what the feeling is?
Seems to just be A feeling.
Hey!
I get that/those too!
Hum, huh?
The Dangerous Difference b/w Should & Could
Should vs. Could.
A disambiguation í examine within myself prior to jumping to my dictionaries; because, the distinction causes dissonance within myself.
For instance, if you tell me Í should do something Í wince.
Howl if Í know why.
If you tell me í could í feel appreciative.
Could refers to actionable phenomenon. Capable of manifesting.
Should refers to the realm of thought; implies a best course of action.
Just because you should do something does not necessarily mean that you could.
Just because you could do something does not necessarily mean that you should.
Is should a moot point or a hung jury?
A test woke the crow
I find laces.
I re-eyelet the hiking boots.
I pressure wrap my ankle.
I try to walk around the block before going to the trail head.
The sleeping crow vanished.
In lieu i find this.
Same crow?
Who knows?
Asleeping Crow
And the plane went
straight up
or else straight down?
Restlessly Peaceful
A stroll.
Quick and fast like.
I saw a big moon.
I passed two cyclists.
One asked me, “How did you get here?”
“I walked,” I said.
I saw a fault indicator.
It did not indicate if a fault had been found.
Once around the Block
A swollen ankle following a trip in the forest.
I hurt it dancing.
Curious night.
I espied two bees.
Too quick to capture.
I sat for a few moments
This was the ground below
The yellow wild flowers across the way.
The planted, multi-color behind me.
I curious shape situated in the middle of the across the way.
A heart n the sky.
The sky broad-stroked.
Blooms i have been anticipating.
1st i have sceene.
Speculation
Mindful
is to
Mindfulness
as
Loch
is to
Lock Ness
Monster.
A Ruffled Feather
Same feather;
Same background.
Just rub the fibers upwards. And they lay down like hair parted.
Run your fingers down the fibers.
And, it is still a feather.
Idempotent.
De-laced in the Forest: A short, interesting jaunt.
My hiking boots (both members of the pair) suffer split laces.
They lace up through eyelets. It takes a toll on the strings to pull the tops taut.
They have a lot of character.
This is why I resist swapping them out.
An old friend even nabbed me a pair of replacement laces.
The boot (right one) lace finally snapped such that the lace was too short to even serve its function.
This occurred before I set out today. As I tied my shoes.
I thought: I could replace the lace.
I then thought: meh, just make do and get on with the walking.
That is what I did.
The makeshift knot did not stay tied. I stop and retie one way.
The then makeshift knot did not stay tied.
So, I just got on with walking with an untied shoe.
Stubborn. Giggle.
I hit the trail head.
A tree snapped overnight.
It lays splayed with a bayonet.
I realize that if I walk with my right foot to the very edge of the right side of the trail, the lace will flop through the soft grass instead of dancing and bobbing in bounces upon the paved trail.
Heuristic.
My attention is hooked and I relish the realization.
Despite its silly, triviality.
And, I do not feel silly or bad for the momentary smile that spreads over my face.
But, then I realize, the walking has not occurred.
You can see the bench upon which I stop as I head back,
to consider the lace.
I rip the wearied threads until only the still enstrengthened portion remains.
It changes the pressure supporting my right foot.
I enjoy the feeling and shift on the way home.
Suppose it is time to replace the laces.
But who knows?
Watch “Muttley laugh-mix” on YouTube
I think this is cartoon me when i am by myself and something hilarious runs through what passes for my mind these days. This happens a lot.
Gotta modulate the volume of laughter for my neighbors’ sake. And, ya know, laughing aloud alone does give unfunny folks the creeps, perhaps.
Shake it out of the shoulders, close the throat to get less-resonant and wheeze a bit.
Feels nearly as good as belly laughing.
Giggle snort.
Horizontal Light Ley Lines
Dusk.
Assemble-ation
The sudden feel of shame
Fumbled when said aloud became
‘Same.’
I smell summer sweat accrue under my satin camisole.
Howl at the sun during the day.
Then hum until dusk.
They change and are yelling.
Hurts good and proper.
When did solving a jigsaw puzzle become seen as lethal?
Just bits of cardboard already sawed apart.
Re-assembling.
From the Readings of CHUANG TZU
Moral: the more you pile up ethical
principles
And duties and obligations
To bring everyone in line
The more you gather LOOT
For a thief like Khang.
By ethical argument
And moral principal
The greatest crimes are eventually shown
To have been necessary, and, in fact,
A signal benefit
To mankind.
Fie While Effie Rages
All you are is a one, signifying a specific
attribution
You are what came before while also what
will be.
But, ‘you’ now is a virtual reality.
You came from Australopithecus or else some PAST ERECTUS.
A sapien is, in sum, a predecessor
pantheon.
Fie grinded with rage.
“I hate you and your face. I hate your ears. I hate all sound.”*
*of course, all anyone could make-out were strings of gashing, ferocious garbles spewing wildly from his lips.
“I already met Fie. Fie?”
Effie paged backwards through the notepad, until she found out where she had met Fie, as his two brothers, Foe ampersand Fum.
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