Frank Remus

Blue skies abounded with faint cloudy drifts that were very long and like fish with scales and ribs. Sunlight was bright. Snow was immaculately flat with a semi-gloss sheen that sparkled. A white eel with her tiny baby trailed a great length of the sky to head toward my beloved’s evergreen mountain of love. Running water. Snow was receding on the roof. Gravel was advancing. The crusty ice was retreating. Black tar exposed to the light. Church bells rang at 10:49. The birds in the trees were now chirping. Hard edges merged into place, as a waxy form bent out of shape received careful alignment with the help of some kind of wire. Innner adjustments were made. I’m in love with Anna my hearththrob in this.

Morning started early but I could not see any roof shots. My computer was acting up, and so I missed everything in the morning. Orb of sun was higher up than it was yesterday at this time. Long vaporous trails like giant wedding veils spread across blue sky. The great long cloudy eel was making her way toward the CBC, where my soulmate and heartthrob Anna would be. A dog barked 11 times.
Another dog gave 2 barks in response. Trees were well-lit. Some still had white shadows. A third dog barked 4 times, adding 7. The second dog barked thrice. A small plane traveled across the sky. It was warm. It was comfortably mild. I closed my eyes and felt the wind blow. My fullness came further with her. Another small plane with a burbling drone in the sky. A 4th dog started barking with an achingly lonely voice. It was then I melted for Anna. The mournful sound of the dog made me pine for my angel even more. She’s the queen of of all my sweet dreams. That’s when the lovebirds began. I’m in love with Anna in this.

They landed in the tree next to me. One was chirping and cheeping loud and clear . Her little orange belly was round. She flew to her beloved on the roof. The sheet of ice groaned and creaked under my foot. It squeaked and crackled as I pressed. The dog continued barking with near-human bleating. -not so sharp barks like the others. They were presently silent. Shadows were long slanted angles. Inner vision was pulsing with closed eyes from the outdoor light. My inner lantern was flickering and shifting like an orange kaleidoscope. Some clouds stretched out for miles and miles and miles. Another small plane headed over. I closed my eyes, she came to my heart, I felt whole. Mysterious transformational progress came within for her sweet love. I want it to be very good, to remove the breakage inside. She’s the full moon for my dreaming heart. She has the healing that can make me complete. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The dog barked, inconsolably. Long and lithe wispy clouds criss-crossed like long feather plumes. Blue sky met her mountain of passion. Snow glistened while it slowly melted away. I melted for my soulmate with the long black shiny hair. Yesterday, Tristan and I went downtown. I bought him some gifts for his birthday -they were all there, and at the right price. I picked up Fripp and Eno’s Beyond Even. It is very nice. Good for inner exploring. I forgot to pick up some Sun Ra. Tristan said he felt a special connection. He also talked about the film Malcolm X. Last night we watched L.A. Confidential. We enjoyed watching Elton John speak with James Lipton for The Actor’s Studio, with piano. Today was a stay at home day. Tristan teased the hell out of me and he also made me laugh alot. I played guitar and we sang Ring of Fire. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My circle loves her hand. My healing loves her womb. My holding loves her hug. My covering loves her skin. My tent loves her shelter. My armor loves her shield. My secret loves her shell. My running loves her hotel. My copyright loves her patent. My car loves her garage. My blanket loves her quilt. My police love her fence. My lock loves her key. My insurance loves her umbrella. My house loves her greenhouse. My rules love her laws. My drawbridge loves her castle. My helmet loves her barricade. My neighbours love her hat. My clothes love her belt. My boat loves her bubbles. My brown loves her carpet. My unity loves her safeguard. My hiding loves her refuge. My containing loves her security. My care loves her modesty. My preserving loves her conservation. My reality loves her cover. My holding loves her healing. My keys loves her immunity. My cherished loves her parent. My guarding loves her harbour. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me: thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” -Psalm 23:4. I love Anna Dirksen.