Frank Remus

Her Love Mountain and Cross.  12:54 pm 

Up on the roof, it was lighter, with less humidity. Cicadas began at 3:30. A crow cawed 5 times. A small plane careened into the humongous white fluffy clouds looking so painterly, with grey undersides. They were flat on the bottom and were low. Grey edged bled and reminded me of watercolour paint. The small plane circled again –unless it was another. Trees swayed and they waved their lithe tender branches of leaves rustling so softly. I was in love with Anna in the middle of this.

Palais After Midnight.  @ 1:41 am

Downtown Soulmates.  6:25 am

  

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Downtown Morning.  7:25 am

A helicopter appeared, heading to the south. Trees on the mountain were round. The shimmering tree rustled in segments, and then the whole tree started to ripple. Some trees remained still, while others moved as if under water. A crow cawed 20 and more times –a long stream without stopping. It was a large number of crow caws. A third plane took a turn through the air. It droned deeply. A crazy siren began and the sunlight shone on the mountain. Now I am certainly about to tell you that my heart beats for Anna.

  

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Tristan and I argued.   Not completely seriously, but there was annoyance. I was also angry with his mother.  She has no respect.  Tristan is really into precision of language, with its logic and meaning and sometimes we are out of synch and argue when we mean the samething.  I apologized for putting words in his mouth and I scolded him for not listening about the cat.  The cat was deep dreaming with mouth and body twitching.  The cat slept, and we were fatigued. It was late when we discovered last night that Godzilla was on the CBC.

   

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It was an arduous and rewarding weekend.  Today we watched James Bond 007 A View to Kill. It was very weird. Christopher Walken looked like a cross between Madonna and David Bowie.  Grace Jones looked superhuman. James Bond crashed a wedding party while driving half a car. There was a blimp tethered to the Golden Gate Bridge.  In the middle of this I love Anna. This is the truth to me.

Her Love River and Bridges.  10:08 am

Promenade.  10:31 am

Her Love Mountain and Cross.  12:54 pm

I had a beautiful dream. She told me she liked an old song I wrote called Moth of Despair. It is a strange song.  Anna made me me dinner.  I woke up feeling great.  The song’s lyrics are, “The sun is coming up.  It’s got your name written on it.  Today is my birthday.  I am another man. I’ve lost my home.  I’ve seen the day turn to the lost years of sanitation -lost in the despair of the created moth: The moth of dreams, the moth of alien life. The moth of sickness. The moth of despair -get that moth!  The moth of despair is my friend I think.  I don’t know his name yet -but I think, I think!  I’ve got a little pocket in my tiny little zoo.  I’ve got everything together, and the least of all it’s you.  I’ve got every little secret tied up in my payamas, I’ve got euthanasia vomit, and I’ve got myself a piano.  I’ve got you too.  I’ve got you under my skin.  I’ve got you under my skin.  I’ve got you under my skin.  Sunny day, the clouds are gone…..”

  

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Bridging Her River of Love.  2:11 pm  

  

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Black with Blue and Silver Parking.  5:56 pm

Red Parking with Black and Blue.  8:11 pm

Returning Party.  8:19 pm

Lone Parking.  10:49 pm

There is no battle, but blending with Anna my soulmate. Our exertion is an ardent championship, a match to play in true love. Her strategy masters black potency. She strives toward the fire in my heart, and I love her encounter. Her red lightning loves me up a storm and my volcano is erupting for her ardent earthquake. My risking is in love with her sports. Her martial arts hit me where I live. Her submarines test my enemies.  She is my soulmate for sweet power play.  I love her lunar black bible verse, “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” -Psalm 126:6.  I love Anna Dirksen.

Struggle

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.