Breakfast after the affair

2004-06-12 20:40:04 ET It was the simplest thing In the world, Eggs. They come from chickens. I was supposed to be eating them for breakfast. But, I just let them sit there. 2 yellow eyes staring up accusingly at me. Lost in your paper, you didn’t seem to notice Them jeering. And all I could think of was if you ever found out how I would never have the chance to cook you Eggs. The whole world fixated on those Yellow Yokes. Those Yellow Yokes became the sun around which all the galaxies rotated. Singularly, blindingly, terrifying, was the thought that I would never get to cook you Eggs. And the secret I shared with my runny breakfast I could not share with you. And you asked me if I didn’t like my eggs. Perhaps I should scramble them? Just like us. - PJB 6 comments

Haiku #14

2004-06-12 20:38:31 ET riding silently radio playing Tom Waits - Begining anew. 1 comment

Into My Arms

2004-06-05 08:51:27 ET I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms - Nick Cave

It's a Hard-Knock Life for Bugs

2004-06-04 09:01:52 ET Do ants take a break? from their busy work day? Do they clock in and out who's to say when one shift starts and another shift ends and what are the benefits for our tiny worker friends? Maybe there's a world under our feet that no one even knows about a civilized, consumer world of ant past times and recreation maybe each ant has a story to tell and a house with a family to feed, as well or maybe they're brainless automatons feeding the queen and moving on so the next generation can feed and produce and dig and consume and start the tunnel fresh and anew ants have it hard, no doubt about it but maybe they ain't so differ- oops. lunch break's over. back to work.

2004-06-04 08:57:38 ET I'm waiting for someone to open the door that will let me do the things I came for. Nothing I can do I've done all I can do It's up to them to stop by now and open up the door I came at once a man alone a man with a plan and a cellular phone but who will I call? who will help when I can't reach who I need and I cannot help myself I did this once before when I was just a child I left my keys and sat outside waiting till mom came and rescued me and twenty years hence what has happened since? what has changed where have I gone I'm still outside and waiting for chance to let me in or for some kind soul to comfort me as the dark, cold night sets in

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