Showing posts with label waiting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waiting. Show all posts

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Little free library

Lyons waiting for the pump remember a

Perfect moment of tremendous speed across water 

Caught in thinning hair, smokey mustache whiskers, 

Loose collars, trailing out a testament to

 tears that are acceptable to the machinists

 weekend witnessed by the cream coveralls 

Attending to giant chess pieces pumping. 






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Waiting for the pump
The sun hits the shiny skin
She remembers a perfect moment
He thinks of his boat
The white dress shirt is unbuttoned to catch the speed
The wind tugging  his thinning hair
Salty seasoned tears streaming down the  sides of his face.
The mustache whiskers catch the smoke that trails out a testament to the tremendous speed that man can travel across water.  
the attendant in cream overalls waves him next.
We both wonder when the last time we will see these kinds of pump.
They watch the car  leaving and wonder when the last time they'll see that kind of car together.
We pass each other.
we agree that you can tell a lot about a person by their vehicles.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Waiting

The silence of waiting,  waiting
for the clay to dry out a little more
Waiting for messages and images to work their way out of wrinkles around our eyes and lengthen our noses
As we lay awake lying to ourselves about the stories that brought us to this moment
The one that we give credit to everyone else for creating for us. 
Broken eyes and teeth cut our fingers deep. 
Blank stares reflecting when eyes were more than just seeing, but actually being used for a purpose. 
Even a piss pot of exquisite terribleness is still more fulfilled than the ghosts of vessels broken looking out blankly as they stick out as empty decorative tradition that no one cares for. 
The many different faces throughout my life that move across the clay surface until they are eventually frozen solid in dry clay. 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Stuck in an eye

Who am eye?
And why am eye here?
Stuck in an I,  eye wait in silence,   shouting between the marks that cover emptiness. 
Eye see you everywhere and in everything. 
Do you see my face everywhere as well?