Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's Time to Get Up

"Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever."

A shelf hangs in the corner. On it rests a small empty pot with no discernible purpose. There are pots all over this house, and shelves on which they sit.

"The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises."

My parents have redecorated the dining room. Fresh wallpaper, new wainscoating, curtains. A rug. The china cabinet remains. The thought of their death haunts me; what to do with all this furniture!

"The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;
round and round it goes, ever returning on its course."


Soy latte, nonfat mocha...I take the trash out back, bags full of cups like the shells of dead cicadas. When will the garbage men come? The cans are getting full.

"All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again."


Time to pee. The bowl bleeds yellow, swallows and gurgles. I'll have another drink, waiting for the laundry.

"All things are wearisome, more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing."

How many orgasms is enough? 7,000? 9,000? All this orgasming through life, and never once a taste of heaven!



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