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a camera with no light

if cameras could find the light among the darkly hour, i would not need to set my light upon a lofty tower. if pictures dark in brightly night would glow upon the hours, i would not have to set a light upon the shadowed flowers. if lenses would reveal their light without a bulb or switch, i could then just reveal a glitch upon a dark pitch reel. reel the pictures, loud and seem, show them till they tarry, until the dark night closes shut, upon the mornings ferry. oh, cameras in bright sunlight, or pictures of surreal, i do so wonder if i might see pictures you don't feel. it is as if you wonder in minght the tower that is high, the hieght and deapth of midnight's plight, the quiet non-movement of a lie.

funny stories

a line of battlemen standing at attention, in a line, ready for inspection by the main general . . . the general makes his way down the line admonishing the finely polished sheilds and armour of the men of bravery. He comes by the poleman and says, " My! You sure do have an interesting shield there battleman." and the polish battleman replies, "Sir, my screen door is standing, polished and ready to go general!"

Life on Wheels

into every life change must come. it's not a big change, not as vast as it could be. it
may be only the furniture that changes, it may only be . . . the . . . that you change the town where you live in, it may be . . . that . . . you change your focus. who knows what the change could be. me, i'm learning to let go of . . . things. it feels like a turning, like
a change, like a . . . like i am changing tracks in the avenues of time & probable paradoxes. i only hope i can remain in a life that makes me happy, that makes me feel like i am at home & sitting real in an awareness of the new & happy pathway that i am on. constant, yet changing, yet unbelieve-ably real . . . i hope i never forget this avenue.

trains and late night stories

sugar cookies come to mind in this late night hour . . . lighting pictures in a glowy hour of this night's dawn . . . with warm glowy lights. changement . . . rearrangement, of things in this time.


what could i write of this night? Would it be another train journeying through the dead of night, in this hour, where the only person you might see is the quiet train director at a far distance faintly reposed at a far picture set against the vision of the sceene's view, or maybe the train station light as the train quaintly passes by the train station's quiet city gates. a long time ago, i had a hat. it had stripes. it was black and white, that the lines really looked grey. it was a play-train-hat & it was that of a conductor. it was a small hat. it almost did not fit, but i wore it anyway. it seems i had a great uncle who drove the trains. stationed at it's helm, he would drive away from the towns and the villas, and sleepy tavern towns along the hillsides and the waysides of the country and planes. The planes, (or the open fields) were so long. it seems you could drive forever and not arrive at the next station until you've met your match in way of a person who's only been driven insain, only to the point of wanting to find adventure, but adventure in the way of a new town ~ a sleepy town. nothing there but things that sleep. but how fun to creep around the towns when no one might notice. Sometimes he would stop in our town and visit our father in his furniture shoppe. They would chat for a short bit and then he would leave again for all the many more dreamy & moorish destinations to eventually drift through in the night, from day to night, he rode the train from night to morning. miss dreamy was my name. i've always enjoyed wearing hats. often i will peir out of them from a sideways glance just to mind who may be looking, or where things may be looming about. i'll be right back, i'm gone to get cookies. i'll bring you back some, if you want. "i'll tell you, i think i heard something hissing at me! ~ " my nieghbor used to have a snake. it was some kind of albino kind, i don't know if it was deadly. well, i didn't find any cookies in the cabinet, maybe the snake ate them. Do you think he prefers sugar cookies or chololate chip? anyway, i do have a fountain drink. it's good! it's made of root bear and cola. i belive in your world they call it a dr. pepper. now back to our story ~ it was . . .