Seeking clarification, we are off to the races.
Emily Dickinson did not reside here, where leaves kiss shadows and eaves whisper about summer to the remains of grit that gets washed away in the rain of cloud convictions. Yeats never told her about the window that looks back at the reflected trees. So why is it that they seem to be waving at the camera in a poetic frenzy of twisting line breaks, like an uneven stanza, a stratification of emotional confusion ?
Here are Pareidolia Parasols
for high wire walkers
roof repair workers
in the bright sun,
as rays of certainty hurl down upon their heads,
with the verity of gravity’s grasp.
Unwanted facts, quickly approaching –
from the shouting horizon –
brings on vertigo in existential deniers .
Too much emotional distortion
rises in the air,
as the refractive index
causes truth to bend
when it enters and exists in opinionated thoughts –
unsteadily seated on peaks & gable corners,
angry convictions shout
at laughter running across the green lawns.
I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter –
and make believe it came from You,…………
Aides and volunteers on Donald Trump’s presidential transition were instructed Thursday to save any records related to “several pending investigations into potential attempts by Russia interests to influence the 2016 election,” according to a memo obtained by POLITICO.
I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
“emails, voicemails, text messages, instant messages, social media posts, Word or WordPerfect documents, spreadsheets, databases, telephone logs, audio recordings, videos, photographs or images, information contained on desktops, laptops, tablet computers, smartphones or other portable devices, calendar records and diary data.”
“failure to follow these protocols could result in criminal or civil penalties, and could form the basis of legal claims, legal presumptions, or jury instructions relating to spoliation of evidence.”
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
Kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I’ve got ’em……………