Tag: sign

You could have come there anytime you wanted
He never knew what to make of it, then or after
He had no worries, none, and he worried about that
How long has it been since he’s had a normal workday?
Realizing that life is short and brutal
When I was a kid, I liked walking through neighborhoods alone
You’re going to be sorry one day
‘See! See!’ he says, and she does see
I suppose you’re quite a stranger to farm life
I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive
I was a bad girl trying to be good
I daresay we had become poets
Everything is still for a while
People pretend the world is ordinary every day
It’s a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it
It was like when you wrote a word over and over again until it looked alien and wrong
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
Nothing in this life is as easy as that
Nothing wrong in that, is there?
He sometimes goes off without telling anyone
But life will be books for you, from here on
Sorry, my bookie gave me great odds
She stared at the open door for a while
No hard feelings? What could ever be harder than feelings?
Everything’s weird if you stare at it
He praised everything except my physical beauty
It was a different reality
I see no undue cause for worry
The southbound train from Paris was the one we had always taken from time immemorial
The world’s axis turned another notch into his chest
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
She opened the door, walked in and locked it tight behind her
She had been dreaming it for years
Now come read a story with me
And if you get lost, just look for yourself
Wherever I looked, I saw me
Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still
And on the pedestal these words appear
Nothing beside remains
How far away is the rest of the world?
Time passes without seeming to pass
But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you
Gone fishing
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
Note the careful selection of words
Modest. Nothing gaudy
This produced a brief but profound silence
What the hell are you doing?
He feels a great weight pressing down on his head