thoughts
Day 1316, holes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It looks like
there are
perfect holes
in our logic
~
you can
if you want
measure
where they are
Day 1297, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1294, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It is hard to see
if
these reflections
are
from where I
stand
or if they are
real
Day 1289, waterline walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A walk
towards
~
with my friend
conversation
~
I see us
in the reflection
Day 1258, fading out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When the wind is over the horizon
and the evening calms
the dark sea reflects
~
your thoughts fall
in silence
with nothing
Day 1236, staples.
Day's pictures, Poetry
What I have to tell
is ripped off
long ago
only
what is left
are old
staples
Nochrisis
Day 1234, go.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 1188, constant order.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Mechanical waves
hit
in a constant
order
like nature
interfered
by my
thoughts
Nochrisis
Day 1169, drift away.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Random
movements
seeing my thoughts
while I
look at the clouds
lying
on my back
we
drift away
close my eyes
Nochrisis
Day 1141, of our time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
Nochrisis
Day 1134, counting down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
Nochrisis
Day 1132, what!
Day's pictures, Poetry
I tell you
I like to
I don’t know
What do you think?
Should I?
~
What!
Nochrisis
Day 1109, stacking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Stacking your thoughts
in the order they come to you
is a thought process.
Nochrisis
Day 1106, lined up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Lined up patterns
of thought
are tend
to box
us in.
Nochrisis
Day 1089, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis