Posted in Books & Stories, business, Just Poetry, Just Sayin'

Junkie

 

I want to buy things

But I have no money

My credit is done

Spent

Gone

Yet I peruse the catalogs

So convenient online

No one would increase my credit line

Not if they were in their right mind

As my credit score gently cries

More likely screeches in excruciating pain

I have this plan while I shop

Formulating in my brain like a tornado beginning slow spin

To pay it off in a snap

If I got two more jobs maybe three

In four months the light at the end of the tunnel would shine bright

Debt free

But working 20 hours a day could be fatal

Maybe not

How much time does it take to eat

Don’t need as much food as we think

And monks meditate give up sleep

The body rejuvenates itself with deep rest

When it starts feeling tired 20 hours are up

Begin again reborn again

Yes

Debt free would reign

Any way win-win bringing the same end

Shop hard or die trying

Is that a movie

Movies

I want Guardians 2 and the new Deadpool

What new ones have I missed

Are they available for purchase yet

Must check

Got to be getting close to the ultimate bad guy coming for the infinity stones

Oh

Look at that zip-front hoodie with the half sleeves

To the elbow

Perfect

I’m always pulling them or rolling them up

Love the lines

I wonder what colors

Let’s see

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Poetry, new year

Off The Cuff In A Bikini Top

 

 Nothing to do with cuffs as the expression goes

Nor cufflinks

Back to bikinis though

At my age should I care?

Not at all

If you don’t like what you see

Look away from me

You know, over there

 

It’s Sunday morning and I’m not worried, nary a care with two more days to spare

Holidays ahead, festivities to be had

What will I do in order to keep relaxing?

Right now collecting vitamin D from the sun calorie free

Did that yesterday too

That’s the best way as sweat drips the best cleanser there is

I stay over my blanket droplets not on the phone where I record what’s on my mind

Later on I’ll go inside, type then post so you can see what’s going on today

 

Believe it or not I went to the store earlier

To see if they have my favorite hot cocoa

Whoever heard of hot cocoa in 87° heat but stockpile it why not

My need half-and-half for my espresso though in this weather I don’t drink as much

It makes me sweat

Again cleanses the body so that’s not bad

All these thoughts taking a gander through hoping to pass the time

I won’t read that I don’t want to drip on my book

The pages will wrinkle and warp

T’would be a shame so I’ll stop now wrap it up

Relax see how much time I’ve taken

If I have to turn back for one last few minutes of toasting

Before I go in

As the air conditioning begins

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Cleaning Out the Fish Tank

 

Scared the fish to death

Or were they just waiting for food

What are these extra dark little bits

Suddenly floating around

Little fishy defecatery

A new word I came up with

Poetic licensure aside

“What’s she doing now?”

Don’t worry darlings

Just making ready for what our future might bring

Certainly not a fish fry

With this tiny size

Not even a mouthful could be

 

Have I told you how much I like fish?

Did the catfish try to bite me?

Shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds

Fat contented cat

More like annoyed I disturbed his spot

Behavior so typical

Were you a feline in another life?

Now swim to the other side

The other corner on the bottom

Nowhere really left to hide

Just the gravel and you

Still

 

The fact they’re all loved and well fed

As they glide around

I gather up the extra stones

The treasures atop the gravel

In an attempt to protect the environment

As clean as can possibly be

A new home for them we’ll find

The magnificent 7

5 Stripes and two Corys

All healthy and happy too

Not too out of line my prediction

Stick with me

 

I’m on your side

For us both to survive

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Business Close To Midnight

 

Better than expected

To put a smile on my face

A perfect stranger

Little things matter

They do

I’m exhausted though

So sleep

Breathe deep, quiet peace

Breathe it in

Turmoil will keep

Like that rust that never will

Yet

Martini, sip

Don’t spill it

Savor its ice-cold bite

Not crystal clear

No

Emptied the cocktail onion jar of the bits settled

Saturated at the bottom

Too much brine

A little off white

They’ll suffice

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Movies

He Crept In

 

Not such a sin as you would think. “Can I sleep with you? I had a dream. It was dogs and they stood on a rock and looked at me. It was their eyes.” “Oh no” I did reply and thought of those vampire cows with red eyes comical though it seemed at the time but not enough I’d say as they hung upside down in their barn udders a-sway in mid-air. But he curled up by my side and I put my arm around him as I told him not to worry he’s ok. I rose and got pillows a little later on so in softness and comfy protection be, he, he be, well, you know. His breathing stayed even and low. As I watched him I thought why it is that sleeping on the floor is so much fun as a kid, such a delight as if you’re out camping though in the house. It’s those little things. I raised his head to reposition him that billowy pillows keep guard from those eyes and wrapped the blanket around like a little burrito. Is it involuntary motion when in sleep we pull them under our chin or subconscious voluntary habit just something we do? Well, in any case that’s what he did peacefulness in place.

 

My turn now to keep silent with these thoughts so sublime as in the kitchen I pot around. Espresso it’s your time and he keeps sleeping sound. Not even those chattering birds that can be heard distinct and clear through open sliding doors as daylight breaks will bring him around, but the alarm might as the tone begins. Forgot to turn it off or at least turn it down!

 

Must get that before damage is done.

 

Made it.

 

Where was I…? Look, here comes the sun. Balcony lights, good night.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Moans In The Night

 

Startled from sleep

Slumber deep

But not enough to ignore

The sound is in here

Where I live

Alarming

Hart pounding

Body moving before I could see

Clearly

Detect it

Where

What

Open the door

Staring in the box

Close it

Open again

Yup, this is it

Shaken half out of my wits

The fridge

For real?

Didn’t know what to do

Can’t call maintenance at 1:30 a.m.

Certainly don’t want to see them

Don’t want to hear their whines

The lightbulb turns on so dim

In my brain

Longing for rest

Yet

Down to zero the setting goes

Will it turn off?

Click!

Moan stops

Worried no

Give it a sec

As back up again it’s set

And clicked back on

Without a sound

Well, nothing unusual to speak

Food safe

Wide awake

Thanks a heap

Folded clothes

Threw something in to dry

Now pour some wine

The good kind

Ease my heart

Get back to sleep

 

 

 

 

Posted in Just Poetry

Where I’m Going

 

I’ve got a movie

That’s where I’m going

And a load of laundry too

That I’ll do

Getting sleepy

Lazy’s more like it

But it’s Saturday

Rainy

A little chilly

No way

Will I accomplish more

Not ambitious enough for a coffee

Cappuccino or Latte

No birds sing in the downpour

Head held in my palm

Eyes closed

When I open them

It’ll be a go

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Battle

 

Forgot my raincoat

Running back home before the bus arrives

The wind fighting me

Blowing me back is what it seems

No don’t seem

Be

Esse quam videre

It can’t be real

My jacket flapping in the breeze

Pulling me

I won’t stop

Trying to wrap around me Nefertiti

Grabbing my hands

Catching my wrists

No

Made it to the parking lot

A couple more strides

Now in

Didn’t have parking lots in Egyptian times

Did they?

Not so advanced

Or were they?

Are parking lots advancement

Coating asphalt over earth?

Made it inside

Snatched up my prize

Raincoat over my arm

Let it pour

Checked transport radar and there’s still time

Out the door to the corner

I’ll catch the bus here

 

 

 

 

Posted in Just Poetry, Non-Fiction And Poetry

Salt Lamp

 

Up at two

What’ll I do

Maybe finish that movie

Then go to sleep for a while I thought

Now it’s four

Then I remembered

That lamp

So I unthreaded it along the dresser

And behind the chair

Brought it into the living room

On the end table

To put it there for you

Like you’d asked

It’s on now with soft glow

Good for purifying air

Ionization if I recall

I’ll have to look it up again

But I do feel like lying down

Oh, I don’t know

Espresso’d be good but have to get to the store

Oh my and a yawn

Almost out of cream

Well, half n half

Wish I’d gotten more yesterday

Instead bee-lined it home

That’s ok

I’ll have time today to get some more

Wonder if I’ll take the bus to the post office too

Just thinking

What I’ll do