Paranoia 2

They are sniffing. What are they sniffing? I don't know. What do you know? They are sniffing. Go away, Salieri. You didn't change your socks. You stink. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Spring 2007

A basket of clothes pins

Since we moved, I am looking for my basket of wooden clothes pins. I looked in all corners of a basement and on the shelves above washer and dryer;searched a bathroom. I even looked in an attic, but the attic turned into a storage. That would mean to move mattresses, broken and empty trunks, portable toilet and who knows what kind junk is there. I know I will keep looking.
I could buy another little, wicker basket (I already bought new wooden pins fifty for $1.00 at Family Dollar store), but I want my old basket of clothes pegs. I want, I want, I want.
I moved a lot past ten years and everywhere I went the basket traveled with me and somehow it didn't get lost in moving process. What the basket full of old wooden pegs means to me? A wish I'll have my clothes line back, where I can hang freshly washed laundry, sorted by size, color and by assortment of garments. I always hang the same socks together, otherwise the line looks untidy. Our washer produces nice, clean laundry. The Sun is shining in this beautiful Spring morning. It is a perfect day for hanging laundry outside. Later during the day I'll go out to collect dry laundry. Tonight we are going to sleep well in fresh, clean bed sheets dried by Sun and a little breeze.
When we went on a trip to Philadelphia I noticed many statues, but I stood a long time in front of a giant clothes peg - a symbol of Monday morning fresh washed laundry.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 4/30/2012

Chicken is falling

Chicken is falling down from a sky. Catch it, William, bake it and eat it. Meanwhile you can think why chickens are falling down from the sky. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/27/2011

A toy

I have a sawdust in my head. I am a toy. Hands and legs made of rugs are on the strings. The legs shuffle and arms move trying to catch a bowl, a butterfly - never catching anything. The hands clasp handful of air. Relax, relax. Mouth is moving. I don't hear a sound. Hearing is shutting off. Suddenly I can not talk. It doesn't make any sense. It's senseless. Strings hang from the hook. Puppets are sleeping until next show. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville,4/2/2012

A trip

Did you polish your shoes? See, how brown is becoming to you. Did you wash your ears? You can hear much better in clean ears. Did you wash your dungarees? Calico cat slept on them. Do you have gas in your car? You don't need any. Don't travel anywhere. It's raining outside, stay rather at home. You could catch a cold. Meanwhile the road, which leads to our town, closed down. You would have to take a detour, there is no other road. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/7/2012

Cherries

Lets get cherries. Where do you have them? In the store. How much do they cost? You have to pay in dollars. How much? How much do you have? Cherries in the hands, stones on the plate. What else? You don't know anything anymore. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, ca 2010

Toilet

Our downstairs toilet can not take my s... . It sits in a band, blocks a plumbing and overflows with water every time, when somebody flushes. A plunger made my hands blister. Drano, a liquid plumber, or other liquids do not work. The toilet is useless. I'll put a flower pot with geranium on the top and run to use another toilet upstairs. When that one blocks ... May I come to your house instead? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/15/2012