Rain has this effect of me

The leaves outside my window are wet

These Cheerios sound like Rice Crispies

I've been waiting aimlessly for some sleep

It's cold

This bittersweet life

Can only turn into whatever we put into it

Right now

What I've put into it is a lazy bum on the couch

Some days seem pointless

You put nothing into them

And consequently

Get nothing out of them

But occasionally

It's nice to sit

Watching the wet branches

Get crushed and swayed by the rain

The black and white picture

There is a face that stares at me

From a screen

And I wish it was here

Staring at me

From close up

And wishing

For a glimpse of reality

Like this

Now and then

We all want different things

In the end

The same thing

But in the mean time

We all want different things

For but a moment

The different thing
I want

Is someone

To stand in front

In front of the screen

And tell me not to look

Anymore

But to see

See you

In front of me

Friday night

All I can do

Is apologize

For things that aren't my fault

Because I'm frightened

Frightened of being

Who you don't want me to be

A Moses Life

Don't you wish

You could have stood next to Moses?

Heard the breath of God

And saw His hands save your life?

Hmm

There are days

And months

And years

When I need that speaking fire

That holy ground

That bloody water

To get it

To know it

The hand of God

There's something about the hand of God

That I can't wait to discover

I think

That when I first see Him

The constant Love of my life

I'll touch His face

Then His hand

And then perhaps

With a tear in my eye

Ask Him how He parted the sea

Sometimes it's not okay

That I have to wait

I'd like to see

A parting sea

God, give someone a staff

And let us know You

And fear You again

I can't tell when I can't speak

I'm kinda mad about the Wim thing.

The Wim thing?

No, the Rim thing!

You're kinda mad about the Rim thing?

The Rim thing? No, silly, the Kim thing.

Okay, but what about the Kim thing?

It's not the Kim thing! Why can't you get it? It's the Dim thing.

The Dim thing...?

Ugh. Forget it. I knew you wouldn't understand.

June 3rd

I'm all alone

It's a difficult night

A birthday passed

Yesterday

That I forgot

But shouldn't have

Wouldn't have

A year ago

No

I should have

And I would have

Except that I was reminded

My Neighbor

This lady lived right next to me

Who peeked through her window occasionally

She screamed a lot

And her cotton-white hair and steely eyes

Did nothing to improve my opinion of her

She'd hang out her panties and shirts and socks

Every

Single

Day

Because she had nothing better to do

But fill up the washer and scrub-a-dub-dub

Her clothes

They were hideous, too

All the while I felt sorry for her

Especially when she cut her grass

With that ancient mower

And when she talked of her husband

With a scratchy, nasty voice

One day she kicked a basketball away from me

I think she meant to steal it

Instead I grabbed it and asked her

"Why are you so mean?"

She's gone now

I think she takes pills

And plays bridge and makes puzzles with the other old folks

She's happy

And

She wants to come home