Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Picking Straw Out Of My Socks

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Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

One Lead Balloon

He wants to kill you

He will I know

How could you possibly my love

My light so pure

I’m from your future you see

Time travel to put it simpply

Hmm

Can’t tell him that

Will it fly

As lead balloons do

Did they have rubber rooms in those days

The origin of big butterfly nets and clean white coats

So young so strong

A great love maybe

Still

A bit much to swallow

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, new year, Over Coffee

Sunday Coffee And Coupons: Enough For Now And Laid To Rest

Don’t feel like a movie, enough writing for now

The fan’s back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come

Close to 100 – wow

Not really – remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing

Just haven’t seen it in a while that I recall don’t normally complain about heat is all

Thoughts ran through and keep running but privileged you know if I don’t want to say

Let’s see where poetic license gets me though I might leave notes

You’re on your own

I knew before you admitted to the world what’s not to love it’s forever you know

You have to

Anyway

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too, we smiled together

What about me well like you guys do it I know it, I know me, no matter what I’ve been through they’re not all crumbs (I hope)

I’ve seen good ones around at least evidence thereof  Hello Dolly the place is crawling with them

Good enough

What else

I said privileged remember those thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

 

Note Taking 101

Fun

Unfaithful intern, doctor, shame on you we’re both women, that’s my husband

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands – a show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Comedy Of Errors, Just Poetry

Wouldn’t You Know

It didn’t pan out wouldn’t you know it

Blow it I didn’t but she who played the fraud

Phony as can be thought she was slick

So slippery she slid past it the mark she had set

Well what do you know look at her go

But I know who I am

Makes you wonder about folks not enough to worry

Maybe panned out in the end though not the end

Enough to keep moving to the next door opened

Could be even better

Now that’s a thought

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Just Poetry, Movies

Freshen Up

 

Well I think now at 2 a.m. as I’m winding down I should wash my face

Haven’t done that yet and brush my teeth after this coffee

Strong but with no effect I’ll tell you the Italians know how to do it right

Though others do try but not enough bold and dark

If it were wouldn’t have to paste it over the wrapper

Not bad though I’ll keep it on the counter

Honorable mention

Gee

How rapid I type

Still I’ll wash up again and watch To Wong Foo and he-men playing women

They make the best like many women want to be

How do they do it

Well

Men make the best women because they’re free

No hangups not insecure they can be their own fantasy

The way we should be no criticism or comments

Condemnation nigh

They’d deck the sexists for sure

Not from them these three

Wise men perhaps bringing gifts from afar

The way it should be

Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Over Coffee

I Left My Cape In Rome

 

The finest wool that never felt cold

Dark green

Midi length

He’d stolen it anyway

Bought with a credit card he never intended to pay

A gift for me he’d say

And did

So what

Had too much to bring back besides

With weight limitations as they were

Broke, busted but filled

It’s fabulous you know

Rome is

Maybe for someone there it’d do more good

Good to be rid of him

Enjoy your new life

I set you free

Keep them warm whoever it’ll be

I loved Rome so

You will too

If you’re anything like me

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Comedy Of Errors, Just Poetry

Holiday Cheer

 

After Hours

 

He raised the goblet to his mouth

It was red wine he’d planned to drink deep

But what were those specs

Skin of the grape not pasteurized

Sediment from the bottom of the barrel

Barrel’s bottom poetically so

That should smell sweet

 

But a closer look

 

They had tiny wings

All eight of them they do, or did

“Seriously?” he exclaimed to no one near

They weren’t moving

They’d had their fill

Died trying to finish it off

That’s a laugh

Like trying to drink the ocean dry

Not in anyone’s lifetime

 

What to do

About these squatters

Skinny-dipping D’Abruzzo pool

He got a spoon

Scooped one by one

Meticulously so

Commanding sternly

“Little bastard, spit it out!”

No response sealed fate all round

Tossed into the disposal

Into infinity ground, mashed more accurately so

Pulverized

The deed now done

He drained his glass without a sound

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Sickness

I don’t approve

Medicine has no effect then had none

Didn’t last as it should

Not for me

It must run its course

Nothing less

Sleeping not sleeping

My throat my head

How many times to the bathroom couldn’t tell

The clock never as late as I think

That’s good at least

After a night of the living dead I’ll take my pill

Hot coffee yes

How do I feel

Some effect will do

Into work I will