Back and forth. Back and forth.

”That door will need fixing, said Robert.”
“That door will need fixing? It looks fine to me.”
”It’s not how it looks but how it sounds.

Creaking, squeaking, squealing. The door will need fixing. Not only will the door need fixing, but also the beer will need unpacking, and then stacking and then cracking.

Such helpful hands Robert has. They give more than he has. He sees the good qualities in someone or something. Thoughts of pennies, nothing to rub with together; pockets filled with contentment. “How? Why?”

I shook my head in confusion, I had to sit down, my face horizontal to the table, back slumped down, elbows on the table, I grabbed my head. ” Cheers, beers, and tears all around. The Waitresses walk across the floor, back and forth, back and forth. They serve the drinks and the rest serve the soul. ” My face looking down, a headache ensued now, I clenched my eyes tight, looked up, and opened both.

“Buck up young man, “said Robert.” Life got you down? Well remember, your blues, my blues, their blues, there are enough blues to go around. Bring a smile to that face. Happy or angry; The sun comes up and goes down, whether your mood is good or bad, your day, it shines, shines, shines, shines, and shines.

- A.H.K

She lays in bed reaching for the lamp switch to no avail. Although, with one swipe of her hand, the curtains are open, but no site in view. Squeak, creak, screech, squeal. The sense of sound could not be found; not a bird ‘round. Bound to the convictions of thee from he. The physically and mentally agonizing feeling comes into being from the alertness of something contemptible, imprudent, and preposterous. This is me.

But, how? Why? Could this be? The job market had dried up as well as the men. Children would not be in the plan, at least no more. The failures of thee were not of me but of he. This is me.

When shall cognition reverse field, change time and stop, where jeering, fleering, sneering took place. What immoral action had I committed to warrant this behavior? Again and again. Life is disorder. A symptom of another. The lamp has no switch; the curtains are open but no site in view.