Skin scrubbed completely clean
A strict cleansing routine
An uncontrollable invasion in the skin
Making my mind run thin
The painful skin infections
One of my many imperfections
There is no stopping them
No way of knowing where they stem
There is no cure
Only a guarantee they will reoccur
A daily drench in chemical
Only an antibacterial
Lotions creams and pills
Nothing that kills
They are a parasite
No way to win the fight
Taxing on the brain
Such a mental strain
Painful to sit stand and walk
Can only cry and squawk
This will never go away
Only when I decay
Jesus Torment - The Villanelle Of The Bible--
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
It was just so dear and energetic
Never had he known anything so royal
That morning, Jesus was shocked by the thimbles
He found himself feeling rather synthetic
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
Later, he realized that the bible was antibacterial
He thought the situation had become rather theistic
Never had he known anything so royal
Paul tried to distract him with a libel
Said his mind had become too peripatetic
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
Jesus took action like a scheible
The bible was becoming too genetic
Never had he known anything so royal
Jesus nosedived like a imperfect human
His mind became dangerously arithmetic
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
Never had he known anything so non royal
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
I took a deep breath.
Following the mystery of a simple smell.
A familiar place taken deep within my lungs.
A perfume light scented but sweet.
She'd dab it around the rounds of her neck.
Twice on her wrists.
The wind spreading her essence to my nose.
Following a glare then a smile.
Just when I thought there was nothing left to share.
She'd bathe in dial antibacterial.
Cleasing her neck of a smell that I remember so vividly.
A perfume light scented but sweet.
The smile and bite of a quivering bottom lip.
Just when I thought that nothing else could be shared.
Someone walked passed with a familiar scent.
Taking me back to a familiar feeling that I only felt when I was around you
SCHOOL’S OUT!
School’s out
Building empty
But inside old Emerson Grade
I still detect the smell
That same oiliness
I hated on my first day
That same mopped-on conglomerate
flies ants dust puke urine
and antibacterial sludge
All fused together
INDESCRIBABLE that smell!
Well school’s been out for many years
Sign outside says
“OFFICES FOR RENT”
For rent?
Hell!
Building shook when a truck went by
50 years ago
It should have caved-in by now
But NO!
There are offices for rent
Though nary a soul has set up shop
I think it must be all the hate they sense
Hate seeped-in to ceiling floor walls
Oh how we hated dear old Emerson School
The smell alone would drive a saint away
SPOOKY!
Because now if you listen close
You’ll hear hundreds of kids
Joyous
Ghostly depression urchins
Distant
In unison SHOUT!
SCHOOL’S OUT!
"They are a perfect couple
Never fight
Never a derogatory word
ALWAYS together
Home neat as a pin
ALWAYS time for the kids
Church every Sunday"
This is what neighbor Jones says
An old saying goes -
"If a couple are always together
One is a collie dog"
Never fight?
Then both are brain dead
Rule is - 'Never both get angry at the same time'
Never a derogatory word?
Even J.C. couldn't manage
Then there is the 'Hughes sickness' -
Home neat as a pin
Masks
No pets
EVERYTHING antibacterial
If they ALWAYS have time for the kids
It's made time
"Those damn rebellious kids!"
Church every sunday?
OF COURSE
There has to be someplace to catch up on sleep
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