Tuesday
Thursday, February 27th, 2014Tuesday
Toes started it. Nipping cold toe, blue shiny
frozen toe. Meandered, lazy like,
to fingers.
Peripheral light flickered sharply divergent and diagonally
he succumbed to a slumber, he wanted day before stuff
from a soft edged vista. He peered through a hole in time, jagged edges.
Surrounded, each side also, lines of Aztec gnomes, hats reddened
or blackened: depending on the thought mode.
Some frowned or glowered returned neutrality: back in the eye.
Acuity, concision and precision is a watchmaker’s blindness;
the last words lost to him, too small in time rewound 17 times over,
elevated shore line – misty heat haze above it lifted them
to red sky, blue sky and green.
Jealousy splits granite – slowly – ice
numbs it, time cracks it. Gone for good.
Bubba, Billy the Cat and me. At shore’s edge, waves small,
frothy saline drips,
i.v. leaking, blood dripping, puss fills a jar.
Life, it’s not that far,
elevates us into the eye-line
shimmer and the beauty and light of love.
The beginning is the end sometimes,
futile, lonely.
The mind’s eye or a Third Eye.
Lobsang knew.