yogurt and chicken soup
on the floor with an old ash tray
amid traces of faintly red saffron-at least it looked that way-
it was all too taxing for me to stay.
black on a blue background
was a word in capital letters: SURPRISE!
with great energy it appeared before my eyes
naked of everything, including momentary lies.
and a funeral taking place
nearby but i didn't say a word
i couldn't hear what it was i thought i heard.
i saw a friend but he proved to be a bird.
he gestured swimmingly
held a fancy feather with a wink
of multicolored passion mostly clothed in hues of pink.
i had been an admirer, now didn't know what to think.
the audience whistled
and rushed into another fighting song.
i thought it was a religious hymn but once again was wrong.
in the short run i couldn't stay too long.
i am a pessimist
with dozens of umbrellas by my side
in my wretched apartment is everything i try to hide:
my library book about Copernicus and an unused TV guide
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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