I pace.
back and forth.
Doing Nothing.
Nothing doing.
The day passes far too fast
and I long to be productive,
to produce something
of value.
but it is the end of the day
and catching up is like
catching the winds of spring.
The day is gone.
Nothing doing.
Begin again tomorrow.
April 1, 2013
Twenty-four minutes, three fools
Each fool to have six minutes
to explain the notion of
foolish ways.
The other eight minutes
will be used to remember the insanity
of trying to order life
and why we sometimes act the fool.
In the absence of memory
I substituted lollipops
my mouth watered
and the sweet juice
ran down my cheek.
My tongue turned cherry red.
He stared in the fiery sunset
Gazing at the perfect orange ball,
which quickly disappeared,
leaving us in half light.
Silence fell.
Words faded too.
Behind the Red Door 