My Balking ColleagueWas in possession of the cluelessness often mistaken for sagacity, as ifMy Balking Colleague
the glimmer of repressed dis- comfort in his eye was, instead,
a beacon of pious self-reflection. He, solemn look forward, was a reminder that
while the wiseman knows that he knows nothing at all, some just know
nothing.
Niki's PoemThere with my neck resting on soft blades of grass and one arm hung over my face (to block the sun's rays from the soft, weak tissue of my eye) I caught the most beautiful picture that would never be taken.Niki's Poem
Indeed, why would it? When would I place a camera so that its borders are set by the flesh of my arm... her blonde head (that lovely thing) in the foreground, the canopy of freshly bloomed light-green and yellow buds in the midground, and the ever expanding rich blue sky in the background...?
Or maybe it is because no m
During the MeetingOutside bulls and bearsDuring the Meeting
dance proudly in ugly, expensive hats and my face burns with stubble and trapped roots.
But Inside this is a visceral night where I can taste the creamy texture of a wall
and the chocolate shadows cast upon it by a dim lamp with a curvaceous mahogany base and a pasty beige clothe cover.
An ambiguous circle of light is thrown at the ceiling and no one remembered what happened tomorrow.
My Final ThoughtsPardon my melancholy but I feel as though I am drowningMy Final Thoughts
and the fish around me are of no help.
They just stare at those Wonderful bubbles I am making or
Watch my extremities
as they jerk in and out of a pale blue slice of light shining
through the waves.
Moving On
-jose
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I'll die drowned by your standards
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I'll die drowned by your standards
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