Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

“Would you like the Eyeballs? They’re our special today Sticky or slimy or choose your own way” I thought the young waiter was kidding you see So I said I’d take breaded with crackers and brie (tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee). When he served those round balls they were dark at one end and they looked so alive I began to pretend they were olives or something, and not what they seemed when off in the distance just then someone screamed! “They’re mine! They were mine! And now I can't see!" That's a terrible thing to tease someone like me! I’m a delicate person and sensitive, too, It’s clear you are steering away from what’s true, You’re veering away from the matter at hand! Hand? Oh my gosh what has happened to you? Is it gone? Are you sure? Is there nothing to do? And just then within reach was a terrible screech! “There’s a crunch in my lunch! It’s a long bendy thing... No it’s not just a thing, it’s a thing with a ring! Agha agh! Gag-agagh, j

Walking along on the wrong side of the sunny street, I took it upon myself to wonder, why does the world seem a little bit shallow; flat maybe, not up to my usual standards? It seemed as though I'd been on this very block before, once upon a time in the early autumn. So as last resort I took a walk. A walk! Oh, how I have missed my walks! Look! See that sunlit sky as blue as starch, edging over that limb? It’s pushing away the grey underbelly of the day. Is that a sparrow resting a minute on a colden rail? Wait! My Gosh, it’s Ounce! Our little Ounce, fluffed up and balanced as a ball. Ounce is off now, to sip from the edges of a late fountain fall. Oh dear, I was so excited I forgot to take a picture!  Don’t worry though, we made an appointment.

a  - b -  c -  d twiddle-dee-dum and twiddle-dee-dee it could be post and it could be pre- it's whatever you feel you want it to be! tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee. Lights ! Pre-Lights ! believe it or not, but what's not to believe? it looks like a lot but what's hard to conceive is the other three dumpsters that preceeded these Post Lights !

Help!  Help!  There are doors everywhere!!

What happens when the singing brook slows to an alto winter, When fall dips into the frozen places? How do I fill the space between those temporary satisfactions, Those amorous sauces, dripping from fragrant cedars, How do I keep old reeking thoughts from sneaking into the intervals? Do not think back to the bygone days of ho ho ho’s and turkey! Do not go charging in between the status and the quid pro quos, Do not be trapped in that gnarled internal landscape, Bitten away from the valves of life,   Take care! When life is sailing along in the straits, When the winds sing out through the rigging, When honey flows in the pantry loaves, When today’s new ghosts haunt up the holds,   When the day is alive for the living, Abandon the helm and the charts and debates, Cast your bow to the wind and the fates, Take care! William Glackens, American, 1870-1938, wash and graphite on paper Fleet of Transports just before the start, Tampa Bay, June