Tag: cloud

Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass
Clouds heaping in cumulus shelves overhead
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
I don’t think anybody’s here
Nothing beside remains
Everything about the night feels strange
Here there is room to think
Let us stroll up a bit farther
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
You don’t remember me, do you?
I was myself here, able to see things singly and plainly
They did not begin to be human again until the sun went down
They are there because they look good
He had come expecting to be welcomed
The thump of the drums echoed in his skull
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
Most people assumed it was just a stage-trick
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
It was as if he were seeing her for the first time
Such happy memories of earlier days
It was love, or felt like it
Most of the time he felt as if he were drowning
There was juice and decent coffee
It had been a difficult and unsettling night
Colorful insects flew around
That remembered image was all I had to go on
I was staring wild-eyed back at myself
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet
How far are we from Manila?
Then leave a little reminder on their windshield
Few believe this explanation
No one likes my solutions
But the trick has its limits
Hover through the fog and filthy air
These bloggers are an angry bunch
He had built cyclotrons
In the fell clutch of circumstance
1971 was the Year of Spaghetti