Sunday, June 5, 2011

Clean Hands

hands are not so easily cleaned or dirt removed


it's a bad habit to aim for someone else's goals.
and it seems careless not to know that
you can fail the lesson, but understand the concept.


fixing a small mistake can lead to a big one,
but should you always leave a mess?
advice comes in torrents,

and hits the mind late, fragile,
like cigarette ash stays full
and is easily blown away, or smudged.


Hier encore est demain tôt ou tard.
Aujourd'hui est demain est hier et
Lorsque le soleil se couche ou se leve, et Tu dormais.


i'm building a robot to make my bed,
then going out to play,
but no game shows.


I am searching for what I don't know
because what has been offered
I have too often seen fail.


The fork gets chewed up in the garbage disposal
when the sink is full of grubby water
of leftovers.


Hair parted on the side one day
gets shaven
for being less noticeable, presently


lacking its past ability to create the once
astute coif. Lights cut off earlier each year,
except for CO detecters, fire alarms.


Between Sunday School and next Sunday Dinner
days that end in Y are open for business,
until further notice.


Things amount to less space
better security
and sealed cracks in the heating and cooling.


sweat is for the soccer field and
the mall is reserved for
those without a/c in summer.


gifts become debt and
no matter what you study, academia is a
yoke, tethered to a block.

you pull the block into its spot,
then climb down for another.
this pyramid must be built.

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