Wait look/a red velvet chair missing a leg yeah, just like the one in my night terror it was such a drag to be evicted by the landlord (in my dream)
but, still the chair yearning to be seen. please don’t let me become landfill vapor I evaporate as well
but the chair waiting there for"Riviera" recovery to avoid junk yard anonymity somewhere between the Claremont colleges, and "The Hat" on central avenue
It’s all up in the air The days are spent wondering what to do Now that everything has unraveled and life has become immediately unscheduled No plans, no routine, no “Take a look at today's agenda.” No morning greeting or attendance or “Who’s having hot lunch?” No recess breaks or “Put your chair on top of your desk.” No daily reflections and “See you tomorrow!”
It’s all up in the air The hours are spent without students Without pencils moving across paper Without math lessons on variables Though variables are fitting right now Not knowing what the next week holds. We have to hang onto variables, to deal with variables, learn about how to use the concept in a life without normalcy.
It’s all up in the air The minutes are spent worrying about what is happening in the world beyond the front door I should walk Look above the tree tops and electrical lines And try to take it in To make sense of the surreal Try to stabilize my fears.
It’s all up in the air The seconds are spent on soapy hands, Twenty moments To think about washing the potential away Over and over You have to do this, Have to, Each time you touch the outside Where the air is.
Constant communication Contracted hours and Hours spent on a Plan, and then Because, on Another. Until.
There is a mist that falls and cools and keeps us in Clouds under water and dark trees dropping limbs. But I can move with a rhythm where the rhythm is the plan. So I run and remain Tall under all this sky.
lumbering C-17
ReplyDeleteshook my house
missing the heartstop
I love that T2!!
ReplyDeleteWait
ReplyDeletelook/a red velvet chair missing a leg
yeah, just like the one in my night terror
it was such a drag to be evicted by the landlord (in my dream)
but, still the chair yearning to be
seen.
please don’t let me become
landfill vapor
I evaporate as well
but the chair waiting there for"Riviera" recovery
to avoid junk yard anonymity
somewhere between the Claremont colleges, and "The Hat" on central
avenue
however
sincerely
trinity/salvation
/christian/soldier/goodwill/army~~~
a bell
ReplyDeleteof blue sky
tolling--
common cold
or something more?
Up in the Air
ReplyDeleteIt’s all up in the air
The days are spent wondering what to do
Now that everything has unraveled
and life has become immediately unscheduled
No plans, no routine, no “Take a look at today's agenda.”
No morning greeting or attendance or “Who’s having hot lunch?”
No recess breaks or “Put your chair on top of your desk.”
No daily reflections and “See you tomorrow!”
It’s all up in the air
The hours are spent without students
Without pencils moving across paper
Without math lessons on variables
Though variables are fitting right now
Not knowing what the next week holds.
We have to hang onto variables,
to deal with variables,
learn about how to use the concept in a life without normalcy.
It’s all up in the air
The minutes are spent worrying about what is happening
in the world beyond the front door
I should walk
Look above the tree tops and electrical lines
And try to take it in
To make sense of the surreal
Try to stabilize my fears.
It’s all up in the air
The seconds are spent on soapy hands,
Twenty moments
To think about washing the potential away
Over and over
You have to do this,
Have to,
Each time you touch the outside
Where the air is.
“A Plan”
ReplyDeleteConstant communication
Contracted hours and
Hours spent on a
Plan, and then
Because, on
Another.
Until.
There is a mist that falls and cools and keeps us in
Clouds under water and dark trees dropping limbs.
But I can move with a rhythm where the rhythm is the plan.
So I run and remain
Tall under all this sky.