Comments Posted By White Eyelet
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Go on…you deserve it! It’s all about you. Forget the rest of us. We’re lazy, no-good fools. But you! Ha! You deserve it! You should have it all–the red carpet, the last cup of coffee, all the chocolate, the car, the house, even the toothpicks set out daintily on the coffee table. It’s yours. You deserve it.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 12.06.2011 @ 6:22 am
A handcrafted, stoneware vase. Innocent, motionless, at the center of the table. Detached from the inane conversation happening around its wide mouth stuffed with seasonal flowers. Always at the center but rarely seen between the I told you so’s and you should have known betters. Separate and center.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 12.05.2011 @ 7:35 am
cards feet papers houses lovers. a choragraphy of experience–shuffle down the aisle, take a left at the altar, scatter favors, run off into the sunset. slow down slow down mix it up
» Posted By White Eyelet On 11.18.2011 @ 6:48 pm
just you and me, kid. you my black and red and white beauty. i’ll lay you out in front of me. then the game begins. i look for order, stack number on number, queen on king, on you.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 11.17.2011 @ 7:25 pm
What’s left? An empty coffee cup, a few receipts, several lipstick stained napkins, bread crumbs, a match book with a number, a vase with one red rose still closed, a few forks and knives, a saucer, a half-eaten piece of cake.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 11.15.2011 @ 7:13 pm
A bump in the road, a turning point A h Ha! and it all comes together, realigns, makes sense. You know where to go and what to do. Just there, over the hill across the meadow over the bridge and under the canopy. That’s where you need to be. In the center of all the open paths.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 11.02.2011 @ 4:57 am
giving up, giving in, letting go – to make room for something else, something new. giving up, giving in – doing away wiht what doesn’t works, on the altar of you, temple green and gold, shiny bold, utterly you. let it go, sacrifice is not so bad, it’s sometimes needed.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.30.2011 @ 6:47 am
Grab your crook, laddie. Show us the way. Lead us across the rolling hills, through the office blocks with their cubicles, lead us through trains of thought, one car, one word at a time — show us where we must go. Moreover, show us why and when and how. Show us to follow you.
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.26.2011 @ 7:30 am
automatic reflexive i sneeze when i look at the sun, sometimes i sneeze when i look at you, sometimes i smile when i see you. it’s automatic, a habit–instinctive and necessary as breath. I am a pilot with my elbows winged behind my head and my legs, ankles crossed, up on the console
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.25.2011 @ 9:04 am
the splash fantastic a flash in the pan Eureka! Sliced bread, the best thing ever, coming up, coming to, the light just gets brighter, alive, muscles vibrate heart sings, lift up, illuminate me,
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.24.2011 @ 7:23 am
comfort me when i am hungry
comfort me when i am blue
blanket me bubble me
warm me calm me too
i want pillows of clouds
and lemondrops and soup
that ladles itself into my heart
comfort me true
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.22.2011 @ 1:41 pm
i can relate to you the way you do that thing you do you and me me and you related so alike similar similarly grown from the same tree the tree of you and me a big tree lush with possibility past and future endless future miles of open road inviting you and me related together bound the same
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.20.2011 @ 2:15 pm
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under duress an umbrella of iron weight
under a fortress fortified with words
words on top of one another to form
a castle. a refuge or a prison?
» Posted By White Eyelet On 10.19.2011 @ 1:04 pm