Aufenthalt-Grün

Please excuse me but I've got to ask

Are you responsible for the dying leaves

Have you used only one

You're like a careless kid with a bottle

The more you use, the more that you regret 

Bring the blue to blue

Tackle the beast of nonexistence 

Picking up the pieces

A self absorbing reality 

In all that you can never change

It gets you down

Travel far 

What have you found

Think things through to make sense

It all begins in the city

Sleeping like babies

You're just playing a part

Show the kids a genocide to the warm

Keep them in check

Tourists and motorists  

The Story of Two

What’s the time? As he looks to his stereo clock on the dash. It reads a quarter past twelve. Wrapping around the corners and through the trees his car speeds by the vacant houses. His head filled with ideas and words magnified by the lyrics of the song. The winds blow through his window into his hair. Puffing on his cigarettes his destination is set. The drive is in cruise considering the number of times it has been driven. Burning off the stress of the days past he keeps his eyes peeled on the passing lines below. His smile turns to a slight giggle, a muttering laugh. The volume knob twisted a notch or two higher putting him in an nonexistent world to the public. His dreams projected onto his windshield making a movie of delightful colors and make believe characters. Whistling in the wind, raising his arms to conduct the band in front of him. He is off to convert his dreams to realities by seeing the woman of his fantasy. A couple of miles of dreaming will settle when his eyes meet hers. They live in their own world combining the reality of the real world with imaginary life like scenarios. 

It’s half past twelve as she looks to her mobile. Looking up to the dark blue night she inhales a drag of her cigarette wondering where he could be. The shapes and shades pop off the materials in front of her eyes and dance off the table. She watches as these images walk around like people on the balcony she sits on. She sings her love songs to the owls perching in the trees. The glass separates her from society. A text message arrives to the cell phone she is clinching and a smile grows onto her face. It reads “Je t’aime ma cherie.” unfolding her heart, crumbling at her joints she is warm. She glows with joy and her response is known only to him. Her friends walk up her arms and climb up her legs, each one a different color or shape they giggle and laugh with each other. All at once they leap into her brain as if jumping off a high dive, splattering onto the walls creating her magnificent masterpiece.

Parking on the slanted hill and rummaging through his things he grabs his keys and a half smoked pack of cigarettes with his lighter already in his pocket. One foot at a time he steps out of his car shutting the door behind him. As he strolls up to the door he looks down to make sure everything is in order. Running his hand through his hair he knocks on the door. A silent pause rises from the ground. He checks behind him and to the sides not exactly sure what he is looking for. The door cracks open and her head pokes around it hiding her body from the night. He smiles as big as the moon in the delight to see her. Stepping inside to see her fully, he rests his mind in awe of the beauty in front of him. She has mixed blond hair chopped below her jaw line. Amazing creamy blue eyes that glow with the moonlight. Her body flows from her powerful shoulders down to her little toes. She is unexplainable. The details of this woman should be illegal. She stands there in her white v-neck shirt with her little black lace panties. Pulling his eyes to hers she smiles and does a giddy shake. Bundling up into his arms she looks up with those lips as soft as feathers. They gently press their lips together with a sigh of relief. “Home” he says looking around the room. She takes his hand and leads him through the long unlit hallway to the stairs. Ascending up the stairs he twists her around to kiss her once more. Falling downward they meet the final stair with their bodies laying. Crawling to the empty room, they overwhelm each other with their presence. Remembering the distance between them they absorb as much as they can of each other. These two can sit and stare into one another for days and days. As they lay next to each other studying the hands and rings of the other the colors and characters creep out of the skin and veins of the man meeting the slithering shapes and shades of the woman bursting from her heart they project their movie onto the ceiling. Laughing and dancing they spend their nights warm from this day on. 

Lay little boy lay

It was dark that night with the whisper in the trees and the wind beneath his knees. Stretched out on the road he laid waiting for the proposal of his enemies. He had a nervous stomach with his clinching palms around his neck. Granted by the owls and the raccoons he laid for days. Muttering the various words that brought him there. Combining them into sentences humming them as if he was on stage. Dancing on his back, loving towards the stars. The neighbors knew him so they let him. He thanked them from his hand, as a wave to the crowd of animals. He was wearing his rags that were worn and torn. His thoughts became his visions on the night blue skyline. The car lights created spot lights on his musical make believe podium. He sang the words high and low playing the parts for both. He never questioned the time or the day, he would just lay and lay and lay. No blankets or pillows those were for the comfort needing little boys. He never stood or walked for days. Until one day when he suddenly shot to his toes and walked away. The neighbors came out in their robes and slippers walking to the sidewalk softly speaking to themselves the questions that have arose. With a glance he acknowledged the people nodding his head and waving he spoke the words "This town is yours and I have over stayed my stay so on this day I will get up from my lay and walk away." Turning to the crowd with his bow he disappeared into the leaves of the trees and every year on that day you can hear him when the setting sun sets. The animals come out and play there instruments in honor of the little boy who laid.  

Love It

Don't waste it away in your cubical

This is more like a musical

Don't lose sight of the way of the dreamers

This is what the sleepers live for 

Don't tell me all about it

This is a show and tell class

We don't want to hear the sound of the drum

We don't want to hear the sound of the drum

Giving me something to brag about

Making anything able to laugh about

Watching everything on the roundabout

Evacuating nothing to talk about

Little Soldier

And you were getting ready this morning

Teeth brushed and hair done

The closet walk took only three minutes 

Sewing the laces loop to loop

And I swear this time

The movie was watched from the sheets and the pillows

You could have tipped me over

And I'll hold this clover forever 

This deserves a record book qualification 

I'm crawling through this tiny hole

Be a good little soldier 

Put that backpack over your shoulder

This isn't another children story

Kiss the cross

We haven't yet won

The mystery is history

Never will this be a loss

And you sure did look like fun

No none

Build a fire and climb me higher

There is a tickle in my bones

I can't forget the telephone

Roll the letters down

This town is spent

It's time to chase the ground

Believable

Sincerity and the common ground we stand on becomes elegantly disruptive to the world all around. You feed me with the petty things in life and I close my eyes to the flowers. The things you sing are lullaby remedies that equally qualify to me. The motion of the ocean exercise commotion that cancels out this breach of peace. Jesus knows I should have died but instead He gave me this red lipstick boot wearing little squeeze. I think He gave us this chance to start over, turn over, and play a new sport. Please forgive me for the bank owned jobs they weren’t part of the master plan. I’ll whistle the love story to my children over a smokey campfire as if it was part of an age old tale with hidden messages and clues, making it a game that these children will love to play. Climb onto my arm i’ll fly you through the crowd. I can break the walls if we have no doors. I can be your eyes or your bones. We can tap our toes on the bathroom floor. Running, running, running above the ground. Oh what a lovely sound. Oh what a lovely sound, what a lovely sound, lovely sound, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely sound. Our memories will wear plastic sweaters keeping them fetching like souvenir letters. Did you think that I wouldn’t remember. You are a life size Tinkerbell marching towards my door. The sudden pressure change is the oxygen stolen from my lungs replaced with butterflies and jittery fireflies. Jitterally. This is a roller coaster that doesn’t have an end. There will be little floating ducks that win you nicely stuffed teddy bears, pony rides and a band it will be a bubbly good time. Oh we will shake the ground. It’s such a lovely sound.

A Pre-Opened Letter

Dear, Honey Bee

I want to take your burden for you. Put it on my shoulders, I can carry mine and yours. Give me your tears, I will weep them for you. I want to endure your pain. I can't stand to see you cringe. Just for one day I wish you peace. My powers are nothing but if I have something of use to you than I give you that willingly my dear. Take refuge in my arms I will warm you. Speak your troubles I lend you my ears. None of my words will solve your problems or fears but my actions will show you my commitment. It was you verse the world and you were strong, very strong at that but now it is us verse everyone and that is unbreakable, unbeatable, and uncontrollable. How sweet it is to love you. Sharing has never been my strong suit but the thought of sharing my life with you has never brought me more joy. What's mine is yours darling. I will comfort you always, protect you forever, and love you endlessly. Give me your hopes and dreams, we will live them. I will take you anywhere. Lets grow old together.

Sincerely,

Me

Diktat

This is a path that you have never stepped foot upon. I would love it if you could dictate to me about where to walk and how to move my legs. I mean why on earth wouldn't I listen to you, you obviously have so much knowledge about this dirty rocky path. Thats great that you would go out of your way to assist me. Thank you ever so much. Do you think you could magically float me to the other end of the road since you are so mighty? Really? Awesome. Oh wait... you can't do that? Oh because you aren't a magician? Darn. Well how come you can tell me how it is even though you have never done it? Oh because you just know? Oh ok, damn you are always right aren't you? I'm sorry for ever doubting you. 

Hi?

The first sight of love

Jaw dropping bombshell blonde

Crystal blue sea green eyes

Glistening white teeth

A body like a Jellyfish, moving without a spine

Unbelievable presence

A laugh that can make old men cry

Warmth at heart

Soul peaceful

God sent this woman to me

Spectacular!

Anticipation for the ring

I don't believe a thing that anyone says

I've got a hunger and I want to let it out

She is beautiful

A needle in a hay stack

A diamond in the shattered glass

All taken in during the painting of nails

All absorbed during the picking of tales

Brake failure

Stake Out

The wax burns around the melting wick as you wait by the door.

Sitting in your comfortable plaid chair with your legs propped up on the arm of the couch.

Mumbling the unspoken words that will never find there way to the ear of the coming.

The bottle of scotch you clench between your finger tips slowly disperses throughout your veins.

You usually never allow yourself to smoke inside the home but tonight, oh tonight is different. It's worth it.

The dark of the night crept onto you like a cloud surrounding the beach.

Your two open eyes keep the ghosts at bay.

Sitting directly in front of the door, still mumbling, still chain smoking.

You go over possible accidental deaths that could have occurred on her way home.

Shaking your head, you search the watch on your left wrist, feeling your forehead.

You convince yourself that you are not tired.

Where is she? Why has she not come home? You ask yourself.

The insecure rage stumbles out of your mind into the real world, coming in the form of a bottle thrown across the room.

Shattering glass explodes ten feet away on the wall with the picture of you two at the carnival.

The photograph drops to the ground with the shattered bottle and breaks as well.

You sigh to yourself and nod your head in justice for a quick minute.

Knowing that your little episode didn't do a single thing other than make a mess for you to clean up.

Your conscience, your oh so wise conscience lets you know that she is most definitely with another man.

You try and contain your anger with deep breaths while closing your eyes.

You picture the kind of man she might be cheating with.

This is overtaking your entire body, tearing you apart.

Still sitting in front of the door borderline crying.

Knock, knock, knock...

Finally! You exclaim. 

You fly out of the chair, adjust your shirt to look presentable and be glorious in your triumphant discovery.

Swinging the door open with a smart smile almost like catching a little kid stealing candy.

"Eh-mm" clearing your throat.

Your eyes meet a stranger.

Words pour out of your mouth saying, "Hello officer"

"Mr. Helsmer" The officer says.

"Yes, how can I help you" firing back.

"Your wife died in a car crash tonight" as he grabs your shoulder.

Puzzled and loss of breath consumes you.

You feel like a fool.

You ask "How did it happen?"

He responds with "She was hit by a drunk driver on her way home from visiting her mother in the hospital."

Now you know your a fool.

You thought a whole story of cheats and lies up in your head not even realizing that she could have been doing something innocent.

You didn't even have a chance to say one last "I Love You" to her.

Her last moments on this earth and you were busy turning red like fire.

Content which you weren't.

Jealousy that overwhelmed you, never helped you in any way.

At least you gained something from obsessing over it...