Like when a guy's wearing a hat

and you imagine him to be bald

then he takes off his hat

and you see the thickest head

of hair you've ever seen

So is your hidden happiness

written in 2012, Nov 28

 

Neil Fleischmann

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I'm sitting at my desk, when I should be in bed:

My going to sleep

can be a retreat,

from facing reality -

my dread of clarity.

Or - a brave march,

leading my parched soul

to the shop overnight

for tuning and tightening.

As I sit here resisting a rest

I desist from partaking of both

the stolen pleasure of escape

and my Divine nightly remake.

Gourmet Greetings - NOV 13 2014

By Neil Fleischmann

The barn burned down, revealing a sad and smudged moon

A chocolate Labrador reclined on a white chaise lounge chair

A sailboat made from a postcard floated on letter fragments

Old fashioned elegant cursive writing, myriad musical notes

A Kintsugi bowl sat perfectly imperfectly in its saved beauty

As a mushroom like tower in a field came into window view

An impossibly tall man juggled jigsaw puzzle pieces to the clouds

A woman’s hair nested birds, her eyes cried her soul into a rainbow

Yellow and brown leaves, or were they some kind of butterflies

Uncovered a splendiferous wish about the friend you are to me

From M Second Ever (Main) Blog Post - Nov. 2004

Alone In A Nice Restaurant 

Sometimes I imagine myself a child
seeing videos of me now
And this is one of the scenes
that I couldn't believe
I stop doing what never works
Trying to relax
Put down the pen and breathe
and breathe and breathe and breathe