And it's morning on Mannheim Road.
The early/late commuters, sounds of them wheezing by, juxtaposed with the monotonous chirps of birds of all the same color. Life! Happening without you or me wake or even semi-conscious.
Everyone, every sound, every thing trying, desperate, to be the main character of a story never written.
Each of us and thing, hammer and nail with nothing to hammer and nail.
It's all here to see, like a freakshow, in Des Plaines, IL.
And when the sun fully rises, it's all normal again. Nothing to comment on, nothing to notice. Same conversations, same food, same never-ending road, same, same. So close to insane.
And nobody can give two ***** about it. It's too much to ask for like some spare change They'll only use when They're buying a large coke and maybe some extra fries, "more please."
Sad? No, tranquil. Free from disturbance. So beautiful even the blind could see it.
Don't seize the day, just enjoy it.
And I wish I could have wrote this in spanish,
Buenos Dias folks.

Cut my tongues from the scriptures and on blank walls I'll draw pictures because in a room full of lonely there is only myself.

I read Romans and the Acts came before them,
talked with Ruth who knew all of the bad men,

So
In this land of Canaan I'll be slain then?
and what of Goliath?
Samson's got him in a headlock,
Delilah's going to give him a haircut
and the Baptist will read all a sermon.

A bit fanciful to suggest Beau Geste, but a young fräulein from Mannheim calls for the check
I think what the heck,
Geste
can stay  in.

it's a walk on the plateau and you know we all want too
some do
some try
some don't even bother
and I don't
want to know why.

Palatable gargoyles dip the moon
In aluminum acetate
So it shows through the moods
Of God, a mantle for Grace
)If only He believed in cancer
So it too would seem out of place)
The manor house, relevant
Guests like Time and
Wind wrestle with the manners
Of Evelyn Waugh, Mannheim;
Euclidean space