The Wooden White Skeleton

Today it faces me. Today it's ridged ribs, chalk white frame, bulbous skull, today the skeleton faces me. Usually it peers outward, out the window towards busy Stark St. and I can only catch its eye in the reflection of the glass. Today it's as though it signals to me, one arm frozen in upright salute or condemnation. I think the former. But now that I've noticed I can't ignore it.

The coffee sits in my throat...

I have these two couches.

One is a cool faux leather with a big back and a decent love-seat with plush armrests. Earlier today I sat and watched a man across the street drill into a 4 x 4, constructing.

My other couch dominates my room. At one time it was L-shaped. I know because it has that slant-back end where it would turn the corner and connect with the other piece. Somehow, even though it doesn't have it's missing piece, I still have all of its pillows. So many that they are stacked double high, creeping up my wall like a tan, billowy fungus.

As I sat on my couches today I felt alone. So much room to sit.

I feel like de/construction surrounds me...

There's a steamroller in the parking lot of my apartment complex. The coffee shop is roasting with a general shaking and tumble of din. Even Halfway House across the street blasted engine noise throughout the neighborhood with their gas lawn mower from some by-gone era. Is it my ears that are sensitive today or something deeper inside me?

Hippie Zombie Jesus riding a surfboard with a rose in his mouth...

yeah, that's what's on my shirt. Along with Gomez from the Addams' family post-fame holding torches outright while he bellows out a visceral howl, cruising along on their tandem surf board, light blue ripples of water below them.

Dang notha double...

Increase shows the growth of fullness without artifices... Increase meaning another double. I thought I had finished the overworking. Thought it would give me a chance to clean up my mind and body, get the spirit back in line. Now I realize that I have to work at that too. Double today, no double tomorrow - but still work.

A small lake over an abyss...

Is it ennui this morning? I'm not so sure. My mind won't allow sleep but it also won't allow a happiness. Similar actually to the day outside, with its moments of mild sunshine that slip back into gray moments after they've arrived.
No matter.

For Jobs No Money....

Small keys to everyday existence like a fat nickel or thin dime
Hide quarters in exchange for peace and strife of mind
Peace this peace that
Every time someone wants a piece I have to grab my piece
3000 Andres and not a drop to drink
Between here and reality you fill the blank
Is it your hands or others that hand you your thanks
Be to all mind matters that matter - mine
I and I with eyes of planets in pairs and duos
hearts with near eclipses and collisions
Monica