chibigoose

I called Cathy before I left for work to see if she could meet for coffee.  She's busy with the new job, but I think she heard the strain in my voice.  Bad dream.  I needed some time with a friend.  Drive. Work. Clock out. I met her at the coffee shop and we spent the appropriate amount of time on the small talk before she asked me what was wrong.  Bad Dream.  I'd been walking down a sidewalk on some nondescript small town street.  Shops, but none of them had signs.  The day was grey, but not cloudy.  All the color had just seeped away.  In font of me a half a block down was a girl leaning aga

 It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learned from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows grew along side beautiful vegetable gardens.  It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a mountain, and from the house down to the Forrest edge grew a lovely garden so lush with veggies that all the neighbors were jealous. “God, they taste Awful!”  They all said to each oth

 It was quiet now.   Street noise carried on the breeze, drifting in through the wispy curtains that lead to the balcony.   Kem lay on the sofa staring at the ceiling, the plush blue velvet cradling her head.  Saint had been outraged when the sofa had first been delivered.  When they had moved in together neither of them had brought much.  Saint had sent Kem to pick up, “some basics for the house”.   They had differing ideas on the definition of basics. Kem perfunctorily informed Saint that floor mats and flat cushions were no way to relax. Saint never let her go shopping alone again.  They kept the sofa though, and Saint eventual

The clock keeps ticking.  I sigh as I turn on the next episode.  I think its the eighth one tonight, last night it was twelve.  I keep thinking, “I've got to work tomorrow.” The the familiar theme music comes on and I settle back into the sofa.  Over my shoulder is the open door to my bed room, the dark pours out of the door since the light from the TV can't illuminate that far.  “its already so late,” I think, but I don't get up. I turn my face into the changing colors from the tv.  I'm so tired my brain can't follow the story anymore so I just watch the lights.  “After this one... I can probably go back”

Underwater I ignored the closed sign and keyed my way in.  I squatted down by the edge of the pool, slipping my feet into the balmy water, only to instantly feel it turn freezing. He knew I was there.  I saw the surface of the water began rippling in towards my feet.   Growing up, it had never happened often enough for me to notice.  A swim meet or unscheduled maintenance every now and then when the family tried to take a trip to the pool just wasn’t enough to tip me off.  Now things were different.  Now I lived in a nice apartment complex with its own pool.  I remember moving in, thinking how nice it was going to be to go swimming reg

Entropy This poem will be worse by the end. Fuck it.