Close your eyes you said
And I did
The water slides to the horizon
Solid as a slate blue tile
Ending harshly at the razor sharp division
Between ocean and sky
Somewhere a door closed
And a heart broke open
The ocean wore her silver lame dressing gown
Dancing under the lascivious moon
Tidal, carnal, moaning, crashing
If I were a sparrow
I’d pluck popcorn
On the wing,
From the sticky fingers of children.
I thought it ironic
That brittle leaves
Skidding along the sidewalk
Sound exactly like a stream of rushing water
I dream of a game show where the contestants are CEOs: bright, shiny-suited and ready for global business. There’s only one rule in this game. In order to keep their current jobs they need to apply for a job, any job, on their own company websites — or worse on the websites created by the recruiting firms they’ve hired.
After receiving her seventh baby shower invitation in as many weeks, Marylin Kindish of Fecund, Illinois, reached her limit.
He told them that Jimmy had always had a crush on them…