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Leaving, leaving, leaving,

I’ve gone,

I’ve left,

I’ve rode pass those houses for the last time I think,

All I see now is windows and doors and I think,

I think, I should get a penny for my thoughts,

For I want and you need,

Two umbrellas lost at sea,

Gone to and from,

I thought I could be aware,

I thought you would know,

Until one day I showed up at your door and you were gone,

Maybe you’re far,

Maybe I’m close,

Maybe,

If maybe was a maybe he would hope that maybe,

Just maybe,

She was a maybe,

So maybe control can’t avoid stop signs and green lights,

So head on you go and sideways I go,

Forever detached from circles and triangles,

But yet so unavoidable

Name me

A splash of blue and a smear of white,

The ocean in your eyes,

Three empty tea cups,

What a nice surprise,

I wait and sit but think to stand,

There's an ashtray near by and I smell smoke,

Two fingers to your head; you’re thinking,

Or pretending to be dying,

Circles and stars,

Snaps and pops,

A black forest in my eyes,

One breathe and eight constellations,

A fourth cup half way full,

Something new,  

--- Animals Awake

The Start

            A conundrum of contradictions, a non-zombie traveling companionless within myself, I hope. A mixture of Sheriff Woody and Bill Clinton I represent something. I am BOB, spelled both B.O.B forwards and backwards. A member of the “Spooky Kids”, my face is painted capitalist white and I am pretending to blend.

            So here I am awake and there you are asleep still seven hours in the past trailing behind rotations.

Pinch, pull, smooth and fold, then put slain cranes back where they belong. That’s all I really seem to remember of the earlier days. I think I could have lived somewhere within that old jean jacket of yours in those first days, forever frozen in sliver and gold.