The dog is thinner under the moon. I am thinner under the moon. Time is growing thin. The moon is fat. The dog is burning energy under a burning sun. I am burning energy under a burning sun. The sun is burning energy under global destruction. No one listens during these thin times, we have more pressing matters between our fat palms. I pressed my palms tightly to appear saintly when still virginal walking the aisle. Yesterday, I pressed my lips tightly as I watched them pass over me. Church only helps the saved. I waited for the burning. The games we play as we watch the clock tick slowly backward. Could we do it all again? Where would we begin, where would the line end? I see nothing but bone silhouettes reflect in the glass door. Tonight, under the moon, the dumpster dines. In take: two thin pillows that used to be fat, and one broken blind. No one expects to see their neighbor at midnight. The dog and I wait; we had no leash. It’s a thin line between right and wrong. Right now, I’d just like the doctors to be wrong about what they think is right. We’ll know more after the fourth, it seems that even the sick have to wait on a holiday. I sure hope that the sun doesn’t burn us away before the explosions meets the moon. A fork has bloomed in my right eye. I wait for the knife. No one is here to help me. No one ever is to blame. I will blame it on the rain, if it ever comes.
blame the rain
Posted by angela on 2012/07/02
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Andra Watkins
/ 2012/07/02Angela, my faraway hug is a poor substitute for a concrete anchor in this storm of living.
Rivenrod
/ 2012/07/04If you were in the next town or the lovely house on the hill with a veranda wrapping around it I would be over in a shot with coffee and croissants maybe even one of those curly cakes with a surprising dollop of custard in the middle. We’d talk and chew and then when the chewing stopped we’d talk some more until silence did the talking for us.
Big love Angela,
RRxx
angela
/ 2012/07/05RR ~ you are lovely…I do hope I don’t sound terribly desperate for I’m quite happy for the most part as this is the path that certainly is mine to travel until the next bend. ~ hugs ~ a
WordsFallFromMyEyes
/ 2012/07/04I can’t help but will to ask, did the rain come, did the blame shift? You leave me wondering.
angela
/ 2012/07/05hello…I don’t mean to leave you wondering, yet I know not how to answer since I oft write in stream of consciousness where the beginning and end blur. Did the rains come…perhaps, but there is still a lot that needs to be washed away. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. ~ a