A foot in the door

The decider realizes it’s just about time to roll up the garden hose. The leaves are a disaster and with one well intended morning, the effort will reveal the still burning brightly star inside. sometimes it’s a matter of following the wither with life affirming reactions. The mindful are responding, a jagged haired beast is reacting. This is a collected result of many years ..

The boy sits at the table. The squeaking of the chair rides the rolling pins of dissonance, it is a bombing, all this yelling. The hand on the hip and the fibers loosening around the bottom edge of the housecoat. Peace is a scarcity, always looking backwards. One question and the collection is created. “ I do wonder what this tastes like”. The kitchen chair rocking back and forth is covered in felt. The slap across his face does not disrupt the sensation of felt under his hands. Black light paintings trigger anxiety and anger.

Take a day or two, realize the smile, that currency unfolding. Arms outstretched. I will be a joy and I will learn to unseat, warm now in that understanding. Long is the hallway connecting the past with the now, removed for what is to come. A rusted trigger is hard to pull. And you aren’t nervous at all, you are well oiled and well made. purpose follows the routine.

art credit: “R.E.C. (Rectifying The Course),” 2006 By: KCHO (ALEXIS LEYVA MACHADO)