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4-pieces, but not of the same ilk

'chocolate in the morning' timothy r g, 06/26/07

ten minutes ago,

did the morning thing,

then brushed my teeth, rinsed

time for some real hot chocolate,

milk boiled, making sure not too hot,

still hot enough,

make sure there's no scum forming;

a chill runs up my pajama legs,

sit down with my steaming chocolate,

sip, yes - slowly,

outside I can hear grandpa humming

-he never let anyone hear him sing

-never let anyone hear him pray

-all saw him love

went to take another sip,

though it became cool,

lost in the fantasy of the moment;

fantasy more true than fiction

(grandma brought me a plate of buttered toast);

a chill reminds me that it's time,

neared than today,

move into the fiction of the day;

hot chocolate and a breeze,

something that makes sense,

yes.



'that early morning' timothy r g, 06/22/07

ninety-one,

three-thirty in the morning,

grandpa,

beloved then,

beloved now,

orphaned by six years of age,

both German born parents repose in the earth;

all the reasons for rage,

yet only blessings did he give.

thirty-two years ago, near, his blessed repose,

saying goodbye to this time and space,

i hear him,

i feel him,

i know him,

every day, still;

in my mind?

if so, what a mind's gift.

i can still see him at the end of my bed,

when near death,

when barely a year in this time and space;

i see him, still, at the end of my vision,

with him 'Beauty' did not hold out, 'shall save the world;'

with him Beauty does save the world,

daily,

as we behold her before us,

as we say, 'Thank you,' to her;

grandpa gifts me

with streams of consciousness.

a breeze just rushed through my dining room's window;

hello grandpa,

i love you too.



'beauty that is'* timothy r g, 06/25/07

dispassionately relieved of ones chaining passions,
between the trees,
with the aid of another,
kind, not merely species,
and we begin anew,
the beauty that is
able to be beheld, again;
conversion?
every breath.
not to be captivated by, even,
the dispassionate removal of self-absorbing passions:
easier for the snake.

*python skin found:
they wedge themselves between rocks or tree junctures
and wiggle out of their skins

'politics and shit' timothy r g, 06/25/07

filled to the brim,
try to flush,
only more of the same,
only all over the place;
the more you take in
the more you give out;
the more you try to regulate
the more you bobulate;
they should wear bags,
then we'd see the amount of shit they give out,
(they'd buget a shit emptier);
filled to the brim,
they brag about whose shit is the best,
stinks the least;
it's still shit.
politics?
it's still shit.