Monday, 1 February 2021

February 2021

Love Looks Not With The Eyes ...
















Monday February 01, 2021
“I'm sorry I'm late.
How long have you been waiting
for me to arrive?"
"For you? My entire life."
She sat down in charmed silence.

Tuesday February 02, 2021
It’s family first,
and family forever.
Never interfere.
is ringing inside his ears.

Wednesday February 03, 2021
This ringing echo
is the sound of God's kindness
heard half way around
the world within this one, brief,
and shining instance of love. 

Thursday February 04, 2021
"Sex without love is
ridiculous," so says dear
His only amatory?
Mystical monogamy. 

Friday February 05, 2022
This Water Bearer
bears witness to his own birth,
and to his once stoned
life outside of the Trappist
trappings of Abraham's sons.

Saturday February 06, 2021
A muse from the past
suddenly revolves in his
orbit once again. 
She has changed for the better.
He remains just as he was. 

Sunday February 07, 2021
An old love story:
a good man lays down his life
for his only friend.
For those who have ears to see:

Monday February 08, 2021
Love's a stylish verb:
as iron sharpens iron,
so one friend sharpens
another as the other
responds in fitted fashion. 

Tuesday February 09, 2021
Unless he's given
a noble woman just like
Adam before him,
he shall continue to be
alone (but never lonely).

Wednesday February 10, 2021
Even though she is
beautiful as a woman
could ever be, still ...
they will never see into
the "great and darksome horror."

Thursday February 11, 2021
The isolation
impacts some more than others.
Not everyone is
made for prolonged periods
of love in the great indoors.

Friday February 12, 2021
Heed the patriarch: 
“Abram fell flat on his face.”
Love his devotion:
he was ninety nine years old
when he encountered I AM.

Saturday February 13, 2021
‘Love’ is another
word for paying attention.
Less than obvious
details become amore
if you stop, look, and listen. 

Sunday February 14, 2021
True love does not look
with the eyes, but with the mind.
This is why Warhol
said that when we fall in love,
both our eyes should remain shut.

Monday February 15, 2021
It ended, and his
half life of absolution
is all that remains.
The surest thing is that the
surest things will always change.

Tuesday February 16, 2021
Monastic fingers
one by one touch the surface
of holy water.
They touch it when they enter,
and they touch it when they leave.

Wednesday February 17, 2021
Patiently waiting
for the hermit ROsaRY
to finally arrive.
The Trappist one he once used
kept the heresy alive. 

Thursday February 18, 2021
The necessary
thing won’t be taken from him.
All he needs to do
is choose the very best part.
The rest takes care of itself. 

Friday February 19, 2021
"Get out of God's way"
he sighed as he tried to fall
asleep to forget.
To get inside of God's will
is still the only way out.

Saturday February 20, 2021
She is leaving him
and everyone else behind
as she moves down south
to escape from the madness
of this massive psychosis.

Sunday February 21, 2021
His plan to live in
la villa strangiato
again has begun.
He will be cleaner, preener,
and definitely leaner.

Monday February 22, 2021
At least he woke up
at the appropriate time. 
That’s not saying much,
since punctuality is
only a prerequisite.

Tuesday February 23, 2021
As luck would have it, 
he realized that they’re kind,
but just not his kind.
It took just over two years
to get that through his thick skull. 

Wednesday February 24, 2021
After recalling
all the diabolical
deliberations 
that were let loose upon him,
he came back to his senses. 

Thursday February 25, 2021
Tripping the tightrope
is the result of failing
to do the dirty
(yet necessary) work of
a relational butcher.

Friday February 26, 2021
It is becoming
less and less hospitable
outside of his cell.
It is much better to be 
conspicuously absent. 

Saturday February 27, 2021
It is on its way!
Better to be back to the
Black is the new Black
modus operandi sigh.
It helps to write a letter.

Sunday February 28, 2021
He had to curb his
empty enthusiasm 
about the future.
Sometimes the ideal becomes
the enemy of the real.