Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Tied

I am tied to my phone by a video game
the phone is tied to a charger (I am charging)
I am tied to my computer by the headphones
I am tied to my desk by a paycheck
hemmed in the office by the desk
watching 99 red balloons float by


I am separated from the ground by three floors
and from the sky and the sun and the rain and the thunder
and the people walking below
by a wall of windows and when I remember to
look outside I realize that I have never seen a bird fly by



Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Sing

Sing..





Sing more...





and again, louder and from your gut...





and with feeling...







Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Bored

bored1
[bôrd]

ADJECTIVE

  1. feeling weary because one is unoccupied or lacks interest in one's current activity:
    "she got bored with staring out of the window" ·
    "they would hang around all day, bored stiff"
bored2
[bôrd]

ADJECTIVE

  1. (of a gun) having a specified bore:
    "large-bored guns"
bore3
[bôr]

VERB

  1. make (a hole) in something, especially with a revolving tool:
    "they bored holes in the sides" ·
    "the drill can bore through rock" · "his eyes bored into hers"
    synonyms: drill · pierce · perforate · puncture · punch · cut · tunnel ·
    burrow · mine · dig · gouge · sink
    • hollow out (a tube or tunnel):
      "try to bore the tunnel at the correct angle"
    • hollow out (a gun barrel).
  2. make one's way through (a crowd).

ORIGIN

Old English borian (verb), of Germanic origin; related to German bohren.
bore4
[bôr]

VERB

  1. make (someone) feel weary and uninterested by tedious talk or dullness:
    "rather than bore you with all the details, I'll hit some of the bright spots"
    synonyms: stultify · pall on · stupefy · weary · tire · fatigue ·
    send to sleep · leave cold · bore to death · bore to tears · turn off

ORIGIN

mid 18th cent. (as a verb): of unknown origin.




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Monday, June 20, 2016

Maybe

I was writing a piece for this blog, dwelling on the views in my office- out the windows, the flamingos on one wall (bought to cover the wall when I realized that the piece designed for it was probably never going to materialize), the trees on another, the pink flowers on the tree outside, my wanting a change, applying for jobs out of the area, missed opportunities. Much like the other writing I have attempted lately, it languished on a desk unfinished. When I picked it up this morning, I realized that it was, basically,


crap


and the weekend of June 12nd happened and who has a right to dreams and wishes and what are mine really anyway? And I may have the opportunity for a non-temporary job here, where I can buy a car that works so I can have more mobility and ability to travel, which may be all I want anyway and my limited mobility may be behind my need for a new place, new scenery, cooler weather. There is a lot of "may" in this paragraph. But can I make the old place new again? Do I even want to? Can I shake the feeling of being stuck?


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