dogwalkingwithdougpart2: and one to grow on

Sunday, December 21, 2014

and one to grow on

the dogs may wonder

all things work together for good, Romans. will you pray with me.

am i condemned by t.m. for avoiding choice, for burying my talent?

an overturned stump makes a handy burrow

i was thinking about to the wonder. how come the main characters are all so beautiful and their angst so spiritual and poetic, and how come they are so well endowed with money they can dance in slow motion all the time, and all the non-actors are wretched and suffering and either have to slave or get cancer and cut themselves. ?

i'm old. i'm made of time. i fall, a bag of wish bones. i feel so tender.

peripheral vision.

i think the first date was pj harvey at the vic she had on black lace panties. not my date, pj. i remember her top, some kind of tapestry. not pj.

i said to her, much later in my mind, You were not afraid, you Split. i was afraid, i Stayed.

i was made to see you.

i was born a short dark day like this fiftyfive years ago. it was a mistake. i mean i was. (not yours mom) i should have been another.

i'm going to leave the rest blank, for my puter just gave me the spinning wheel of death and i'll take that as a sign of what.

for benno brutalheim. it was not enough that you be sad, you had to be evil, and that wasn't enough, you had to snuff yourself.

if i died i could still see him. going round, loving everyone. not being sad. but i'd want him to miss me. i'd want him to eat berries and think of me.