To be listened to that current soundtrack of Texas Sun by Kruangbin:
T is for...
TODAY.
TEA for TWO missing a half of THAT company.
For TOUTING that business / project / organization /mission you supported / work for and dedicated TOO much TIME TO...
TO THOSE conversations that I'm suddenly having with myself- in self-quarantine and THESE strange standstill New York Times. A new TBD daily paper.
As once coined by THE infamous Ms. Brown, it's weird TO suddenly have so much TIIIME. Prior, home has been a place I honestly haven't had much TIME to fix up as it's been a revolving door, magic TIME machine, and galley kitchen -my exit THRU THE gift shop and dressing room for THE past TEN years. TELEPHONE booths have long since been replaced by THE virtual lockbox, even I can appear on your screen in a second- with THE TOUCH of TWO fingers...maybe even one. Even groceries delivered TO ones door with maybe just a few more clicks.
It's the TARGETS that we are and not just THE ones we're trying TO hit,
THE Once upon a TIME solidly moving and now standing still.
THE return of the TOSS & TURN sleep rhythm in pendulum swing.
My heads and TAILS are battling-
mental TROJANS at war.
THERE'S been TWO scores & TWO years since,
THE counting of THE more THAN less
THE TEETER TOTTER
THE north and south TAKEOVER
Countries TRUMPED by their greed.
But shouldn't we all need-
TO be on THE same TEAM?
THERE are THESE suddenly very long TRAINS OF THOUGHT... with THE constant dot dot dot...
With intermittent, audible TICK-TOCKS prior to the TWILIGHT'S last gleam.
Suddenly less TIME means making MORE TIME for the things THAT really matter.
THAT we should and SHOULD HAVE NOTICED before.
But whose keeping score?
THAT 1992's Siamese Dream THEME
BUT THE TO-DO list is mourning its makeshift TIMELINE
THIS ambiguous TURNING of the screw.
Asking what are we TO do?!?
IT is also THURSDAY...
And where are you?
Fiddling with these TENDER-buttoned days with no need to dress or undress,
Just the stress from these TORNADO THROWBACKS
Hearing the world's apoplectic THUNDEROUS scream...
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
For THE holy TRINITY and great spirits above
And for us,
I pray and TRIM our candle wick...
TRYING to gingerly remember...
THOSE last suppers which were never meant to be fast or require us to break fast.
THOSE falls THAT should have required less TIME to get up or recover from.
THE reluctant rainy day departures
How To TAKE a breath of fresh air
And welcome TOMORROW
- not despise it.
Now we journey lost with hopes of being found...
Lost in the TRYPTOPHAN of THANKFULNESS
THERE TOO is THE guilt of forgetfulness.
Suffering from TUNNEL vision
THE freshly gessoed TABLEAUX
Are like a row of TOMBSTONES
and THOSE empty / broken chairs staring right back...
We are all cut from THE cloth of TOMORROW THAT has yet TO explain.
THE TRAFFIC THINNING,
THE knots unraveling,
THE whisper of TRAVEL winds crossed by distance voices and passing alarms...
THE TIBETAN prayer flags waver like windchimes
Our kaleidoscope concerns...
TONGUE-TIED by THE ghosttown effect TAKING the world by storm
The heliotropic TENDENCIES and TURNING TOWARDS
THE strum of THAT TENDER TEXAS SUN...
It's a sinister TRAPEZE ACT,
A THANKLESS reshuffling of the deck,
The major arcana of THE TOWER upright,
Signaling TURMOIL ahead...
As I stare at my TAROT deck
And the TOOLBOX around me.
THE Tiger Lilies dance with THORNS in their side,
And it appears we are THOSE splinters...
My fingers are intact- clacking across the keyboard while haunted by my own muffled TOETAP TAP TAPS...and THIS crazy mental TRAP.
THIS is THAT daily TAKEHOME and STAY AT HOME TABLOID
Bit TORRENTS bit by IT...
THE VERBAL RATATATT TATT...
TIC TAC TOE
THAT TOOK me TOO long TO put TOGETHER...
THE white rabbit is over for a TABLE TALK marathon
And we're having a TBD express TRAIN TEA party.
And we agree that a TABLE for TWO with only TEA for one is but only a "T".
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