Frank Remus

The cool air was breezy. Roads were damp from rain. Trees were looking clean and refreshed by the showers overnight. Smoky clouds were low down. Blue sky was partly exposed but pale in the diffuse light. Her mountain of love had a soft haze. Orb of Sun broke through the clouds, revealing the contrast between the dark ones forming and the white fluffy ones in transformation. Orb of Sun went in again, and I expected that it would soon rain. Suddenly her mountain of love was lit up. Orb of Sun shone upon it, while all else remained in darkness. Yellow light and I love her.  I’m in love with Anna in this.

From apartment windows below came the sound of people making their breakfast.  Traffic kept a brisk and steady flow. Darkness increased by a few more degrees, as rain clouds hovered above me. But I was not bothered. My irritable impatience was gone. I had a dream about a synthesizer I wanted. It doesn’t exist in real life. I met up with a work friend from my stint at “the lab with the rats.” In the same office there was a strange man, younger than I was.  He was Goth in style and his presence was intimidating to other workers.  I befriended him and he said he knew where I could get the synth. He encouraged me to visit a remote well in a far field. I laughed “It sounds like a quest for the Holy Grail.” He didn’t like that I summed it up symbolically. Rain clouds dispersed above. More blue sky opened up. Dark clouds were in the south. I felt freer, lighter. No stops and starts in my writing. At least, there were none that I couldn’t fix.  She was in my deepest breath. Yellow light and I love her.  I’m in love with Anna in this.

An ambulance bleeped at 11:00, as I crawled out from piles of old clothes to be discarded, and dead selves to be disregarded. Cicadas started up at 11:03, just as Orb of Sun came out. Despite some rough treatment, I wouldn’t be judged with bad marks, only a call to regroup in the dark, so much in love with my heartthrob. I imagined a time we’d have soup together on a cold November’s afternoon, deeply in love. Some kind of big leafy creature fell on the gravel under the elevator room stairs. I couldn’t see it from my platform, but I knew that it was there. Black hornet entered her lair while the wasps inspected the yellow brick wall. Cicadas resumed at 11:12. Yellow  leaves crept up the side of a tree. Another tree will slowly turn orange. A tiny spider made her way along the guardrail. She was crawling on it upside down. The little yellow lovebird sweetly chirped as she flew. Yellow light and I love her.  I’m in love with Anna in this.

There was no sense of horrible struggle for something I could not control. I was feeling more manageable. I didn’t have unpleasant goals. A helicopter burbled overhead, while a young green fly parked on my right hand. Her metallic shade of green looked perfect with my black pen. I felt free to relax more deeply than before. Cicadas resumed at 11:21. 2 yellow lovebirds flew closely together, chirping while mirroring each other’s faithful movement. There were no crows or seagulls. Cicadas sang at 11:56. Blue sky returned once again.  The shimmering tree rustled loudly.  The roads and rooftops were almost dry. I walked down to Sherbrooke Street to pick up the power supply for my Samsung video camera. It was finally repaired.  I went downtown for a CD but I couldn’t find any one that I wanted. I was looking for Duck Stab by The Residents, or Black and Blue by The Rolling Stones. I watched a few video tapes of Tristan and me when I got home. Our redub of the Elvis movie, Double Trouble really made me laugh out loud, and so did the conversation that followed.  I viewed a tape I never watched with Tristan and me on the roof late at night, on May 19^th, 2007. Evidently we saw UFOs that night.  We captured 2 on tape, far on the southern horizon, pulsating and changing direction. One was doing some scanning work, pausing, then going back. One was higher up and a little more red at first. The next day Tristan filmed another one I didn’t see until today and it was the strangest thing. It seemed to be repeatedly retracing its path, frantically sweeping back and forth crazily like a pendulum in mid flight. That odd sight gave me the weirdest feeling and it made me stop and weep because I knew that it was real. I regretted any doubts I ever had about their presence on this earth. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My martial arts monster loves her sports battle lines. My weeds wrestling loves her war weather. My sickness preventing loves her refrigerater resisting germs. My safe capture loves her zoo cage. My steep road stumble loves her chasm stop sign. My police victim loves her criminal court. My army wrestling love her boxing soldiers. My earth insects loves her dirt black clothes. My discouraging fate loves her counter-balance command. My frustrating impossibility loves her real practical power. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.” Psalm 103:12. “At the voice of thy cry; when he shall hear it, he will answer thee.” –Isaiah 30:19. I love Anna Dirksen.