And a medium-brown corduroy jacket
just accosted me outside the store
asked me if I could imagine a world
without war and i thought buddy
i can imagine a lot of stuff
i can imagine eating my cottage cheese
crackers and imitation Oreos
i can imagine everyone sharing the abundance
we’re swimming in every day
i wanted to ask him
can you imagine god created all this out of nothing
out of herself since if there was nothing
for starters, but god, then
all this is god can you imagine god doing
that without being all this? the crow
and the peanut
the garbage and the garbageman?
god is watching you thru my eyes right now
and so on
but he had his spiel
his resonant spiel and said something about
the Lord’s Prayer, of course you know that
and I thought buddy, i’m an ordained minister
that would’ve been on the test if there
were one of course i know it
i took his pamphlet but i’m really
busy so i glanced at it and tossed it in
the garbage can after i crossed the street.
i wonder if he always thought about this stuff
or if he only started after he retired
and had free time to think
but i can imagine thy will be done
but what will
who knows how crazy god is
i can imagine peace between humans and birds,
even bugs – dude i watched
a young man save a bug on the sidewalk
on my way back to the office.
i wanted to fist bump him and say
right on man
right on.
Tag Archives: birds
A tall old guy with a resonant voice
Posted in Das Gehirn, Metamorphosism
Tags: birds, bugs, crazy?, imagination, peace, religion, salvation
How nice
Wake up.
It’s later than you think.
You have home office.
Wife has let you sleep.
How nice!
Check whether phone has charged over night or just sat there on the end of its charger cable like a horse led to water but not drinking.
100%
How nice!
You have to bake bread. When will you do that?
Think about when.
Start thinking about the nature of time.
Other job sends you 14 texts to correct.
Correct for a while.
Take a shower.
Make schnitzel.
Eat lunch.
Go to in-laws to arrange pills for the coming week.
Set up bird feeder while you’re there.
Then fetch two more bird feeders from the attic and set them up.
No not there on that bush, they should be on the other bush.
No the first bush after all. Are they too high?
Should they be lower?
Maybe that’s okay.
Go home and work some more while wife gets fall grave decorations for the grave.
Start bread.
Wife comes home and wants pumpkin pie.
Isn’t bread enough?
Bread isn’t enough.
Look up various pumpkin pie recipes to confirm your theory that you lack ingredients while wife is picking pumpkin in back yard.
Wife refutes theory.
Bake pie.
Bread is photogenic, post picture to Instagram.
Pie crust shrinks a little, wrong flour maybe. No Instagram for you.
Write blog post.
Go to bed. Soon. Soonish. As soon as the purring cat gets off your face.
Posted in Familie, Metamorphosism
Tags: baking, birds, bread, cat, day in the life, medication, pie, senescence, squash