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thoughts and notes 23may18

Different birds

Twrip , whistle, and sing

in the line and oak trees above me

with a background of cars and trucks

and alarms and a plane or two

 leaving long strip clouds

Spreading out in the sky.I

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he reaches over

And pulls up a rose Bush’s branch of

And smells the rose and end of it

It reminds him of her

The smell, the colors, and the thorns.

He lets the the branch slip from his scars fingers

 it falls

And then bounces alittle,

As he walks away.

To the edge of the pond 

At the back of the condos

That do a half circle around it.

It taken him eleven years,

But he feels it’s time

To see if he could walk on water again.

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Why are we what we?

Why do we do the things we do?

For what reasons do we think,

We are better than all other living creatures 

Here

On this planet we dub as earth?we

Is God the same God every where 

And we just just call it by different names?

Or is it muliple gods.?

I think that if it was multiple God’s

They’d be waring a lot more.

2018, A Mythological Autobiography of a Wolf, POETRY

a night at the opera

Sarge glances
through the glass
that lines the kitchen
people, waiting to be seated,
stare in;
as the kitchen
shows ’em controlled chaos.

Sarge spots her
In a black dress,
Cut low
Freckled cleavage
and then goes back to
making deserts.
he spins around
and takes some more orders
as the printer
prints ’em out.

as he goes about
building plates,
he starts to hum
and then a song comes out
from under this breath
as he puts the desserts
up in the window;
and begins the next order.

‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
lookin’ thro’ the window of my cage.
watching her with my gaze.
singin’
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’

sarge spins around.
opens the cooler door
behind him,
and grabs a creme brulee. spins back around.
to the rhythm of the song in his head.

‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’

he puts some sugar on the top of it,
levels it out.
reaches out
and grabs the torch
lights it
and then flips it.
singing his little song.

‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
looking thro’ the window
kinda going crazy
thinking ’bout a lady.
singing
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’

he drops the creme brulee on a plate
he has ready on the stainless steel shelf
drops a mandelen on the top
and spercels some powdered sugar over it.
and starts singing again.

‘Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.’

notes, The Kitchen

Notes on today 17may18

Strange day

A lot of cuts today

Not just me.

Mine was quick early

And still hasn’t stopped bleeding.

It wasn’t a large one.

But as chef said

‘You bleed a lot anyway.’

‘Yeah, I replied. But bleeding cleans out the wound. I don’t get much infections.’

Three other people cut themselves

But all here nicks.

There was an off campus function

At a Jewish movie thingies.

I went to it a few years back.

It was cold that time

Cause I wore my east German wall guard coat.

No at work has forgotten that.

They bring it up every year.

They call it a Nazi coat.

But every year

I have to remind them

It’s Soviet.

It rained all night.

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Thought 14may18

Sometimes

One wonders

What’s brings you to this point

Why are you drawn to a certain person,

And what is that person like

And why?

It’s a question that is out there.

Hanging about.

What makes you,     you.?

What makes you do the things you do?

Be it God

Or gods

Or just neurons firing off,

Caused by things of the past.

Why?