The Stones.

Each stone
slid across the
restful lake's
surface
like a dancer's grapevine
sending ring after ring
rolling along
simulating
reality's many realms
just like sound

However

The fish don't mind.
They continued
their
dawdling meditation
opening mind's eye
to view
abstract pieces
oil painting and sculpture
of worm and fly.

Another stone
skates the surface.
The sub aqueous sonance
is that
of a million
microscopic universal
implosions.

This is terrifying
for paramecium,
but the fish
don't mind,
the stones don't mind,
the lake don't mind.

All is well
the moon is high.
When the stones fly
you can almost
hear their
gleeful resonance...

"Weeeeee!"

-BH

Absent Friends

I'M SORRY!! I'll get back to work.
But when you think about it
you're just as guilty as I am.

We both completely deserted this blog
it was alone in the world
existing only

with in ones
and zeros.

And when you think about it
being between one,
which is the loneliest number

and zero
which is nothing
is

a terrible place
to be.

Forces of Nature

Gravity, being a real asshole, was in a particularly bad mood. No one is really clear as to the reason why, but when you spend all of your time keeping people down, the emotional exhaustion can be quite taxing. Carl was sharpening his pencil on the 7th floor of his office building, when all of a sudden, Gravity got tired of keeping him grounded. So it let go. Carl slowly drifted to the the ceiling, with an expression on his face that indicated pure terror. Pressed against the white boards, he gently waved his arms as if trying to swim. 0g however, doesn't work that way. Carl only succeeded in catching a small breeze which sent him floating over towards a window which was left carelessly opened. This caught the attention of his co-workers, who's gaping mouths and wide eyes did no more to help him than the non-existent window blinds. Carl began to slip right out of the window. Ted, being a friend to Carl, ran after him trying to offer him a hand or broomstick to hold onto, but he was too late for Carl had already succeeded in drifting up into the cerulean sky and soon would be floating out in the nothingness of space.

Ted was sad, as was Carl's girlfriend Amy. She never dated again. Instead, she devoted her days to promoting oral hygiene. She would occasionally paint portraits of rolling pins. Carl's parents were both senile and had completely forgotten that Carl was ever born, but for some reason they couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Carl's dog, Biscuits, succeeded in digging himself out of their apartment, and finding a new family that would feed him puppy mix regularly. He was happy. However, missing his original owner, Biscuits would engage in a weekly ritual which consisted of chewing at the curtains and howling the melody of "I'll stand by you" by the pretenders towards the sky, waiting to hear a response from his master.

Carl wasn't heard from for a long time. And everyone cared...

except for Gravity.



BH



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Neck. Tie.

I tie my neck to my shoulders
with silk and cloth,
argyle and tartan,
an inexplicable knot
of Gordian proportions.

I wear a lapelled jacket
to frame my tie,
accentuate it.
Black or blue,
because I have to.

And buy my pants
to match my jacket,
to tuck my shirt,
to frame my tie,
hide my penis,
and cover my ass.

I buy black socks
for no real reason.
Maybe I'm just compelled to,

but my shiny shoes
are designed to attract women,
protect my red painted toenails,
hide my practical socks,
and protect my ankles
when dogs nip at my heels.

My cuff links
link my cuffs.

My tie pin
pins my tie.

And all are designed
to attract your eye
to my wonderful tie,
which I can't live without.

I must tie my neck down,
to keep my head on straight .

-BH

Whimsical Judgement

Bang the gavel

once or twice!

Bang it

once or twice

Again!

Bang it once
to rouse the spirit!

bang it twice

if you'll condemn!

bang it

three times!

Oh yes, three!

if there is something

worse in store!

Bang it

four times!

Make them cry!

and if they don't

then Bang some more!

-BH!

She is.

She's the love,
and I dreamt of her
while walking,

And I think of her
upon sleeping,

And I yearn for her,
even now.

And nothing as sweet
will touch these lips,

And she in aesthetics
crushes all form.

For men didn't make her,
Women didn't shape her;

She was shaped
by billions of years
of coincidence.

Or a very careful hand
with brilliant love,
and a passion for perfection.

She is my love,
and she is benevolence,
and she is absolution,
and she is.

BH

In America

I've never heard
of your home,

where you toil

under burning stars:

to breathe,

to perfect,

beautify,

this tiny stronghold;

still waving flags,

and traditions,

long ago rejected.

Your life

is of devotion,

to save

this miniscule fortress

of charm

and desolation,

and you smile

with hope;

but little spirit,

I've never heard

of your home

or your savior,

who you call

Freedom.

BH