Anointed bay that turbidly strays towards shades of gray with battering waves, to golden sunrises east of the western empire, that in which we do co-op to that atop the sunrise is clouds ensigned to summery tufts of bridled wire where wiry half-lives should protest and strung up not are puppets contest each and every word for which the puppet created worlds.
Once upon a time, as the fable goes
There were us, your dog and my cat
Behind the fences the big outside was
Suggesting the stuff that we used to get
Pharmacies, hospitals, vets, hairdressers
Asda, the Co-op, your long earrings
Your roses and hyacinths, Uniglo dresses
The golden rings on your fingers
Your laughter when you threw your head back
And we drank wine talking about
Everything until we blurred into black
And the dawn was close to come out
Bottles of Lucozade, pods and sensors
Your blood glucose measures and pills
Your vapes, your questions and my answers
The photos you took from Coombe hill
I can't seem to put it into consistency
Into a somewhat coherent narrative
Can’t glue back the broken vase in subsistency
It seems like forever preparative
Here’s the apple tree in the sunset rays
With the apples down on the ground
Once upon a time, as the fable says
There were us, but we can’t be found.
Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been
Beginning to think:
far too much abundance
of this foolish, loving folly,
so I kicked my
wagging tail collie --
loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo
wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too
along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast --
two nests,
fondly sharing, the same supporting limb
depressingly glim...
a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address:
a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss
a bow-haired girl
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) --
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss
for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess
this entire day,
a freaking loving Mess!
Every building in my view
Has perfect little squares
Of windows lined up neatly
Which I gaze at, unawares.
From where I sit, I cannot see
The curtains, shades or blinds,
The distance meaning if I stare,
Then no one really minds.
And yet, behind each pane of glass
Some lives are being spent,
Each one unique, no matter what
The co-op fees or rent.
The city houses millions,
All with windows facing out,
But we never know what life
Behind those windows is about.
An invasion of privacy, increasing my anxiety;
All for the sake of piracy, stolen opportunity.
No where to go from here, just a name to smear;
Why? Just to cause tears? Yet they’re the only one that cheers.
Robbing all the trust, blown away by a single gust;
an identity left to rust, a digital life to readjust.
So little left for me, to believe in this community;
Laying among this social debris, resulting from an Alt+F4 hotkey.
Multiplayer was devastation, now I’m single player in damnation;
Where’s my new destination, co-op or further isolation?
No more trust of new names, who knows the aim they claim?
Silly me for trusting those in games, save for a few but it’s all in flames.
Maybe a blessing in disguise, that this part of me dies;
Focused energy on a different prize, so that my life isn’t digitized.
Upon the horizon I see that new life, behind me a wake of strife;
Ahead of me opportunity in rife, as I look upon this new afterlife.
They altered my source code, but my cloud connection isn’t slowed;
New passions and goals to upload, an updated life to download.
"We need more space," you voiced.
"This space to let."
The notice hastily scrawled
childlike on an index card
glimpsed in the co-op window
passed by quickly;
rain staining a new coat,
reminded me;
I had heard and not heard.
Best Sandwich Ever
Sam Adams favorite sandwich
Was the make it yourself sandwich
Served at the Ashland Oregon, Co-Op
A modified BLT sandwich on Gluten-free bread
Cheese, roast beef or pastrami, bacon
Sprouts, lettuce, tomatoes, dill pickles, peppers
Mayo, mustard, ketchup
Just heaven in every delicious bite
There's another virus going around.
Flustered by everything COVID-19;
I am grateful I still have a job,
but grumpy I have to drive there in the rain -
I need to get to the fast lane or I'll be late...
What's this?
A driver slowing down to let me in their lane
with a smile and a friendly wave.
A news report of teenagers with cellos and violins
playing a quartet on the porch of their
"self-isolating" elderly neighbor.
A good Samaritan
giving away toilet paper
to whomever has need.
The new guy in our coffee co-op
making a pot of decaf while
grinding beans for the high-octane pot AND
cleaning out the sink.
A friend sending out an email
asking How is everybody?
Knowing we're all hanging on by a thread
Please infect me with this kindnessvirus
I want to pass it around
Teach a Man to Fish
Vancouver drug users have them a find
A vending machine that dispenses their kind
For twenty-five cents they can get them a pipe
For crack or cocaine, a disposable type
The Drug Users Resource Center, to cut down on theft
Sells them at cost till there’s none of them left
Now the DURC as they’re commonly known
Wants to “co-op” a booze making machine for the home
They think if you’re making your own beer and wine
You won’t then be tempted to commit a theft crime
Now, I’m all in favor of helping the down
But you don’t throw a man water when he’s trying to drown
I want to do a co op poem about invisible chains.
I have a bunch of really good ideas for it but its such a good topic that i feel like two heas are better then one.
Read my other works to see if you can mesh with my out there style.
but yea comment if your interested, it will most likely be like the "the moment before the fall" poem
A democrat has two cows. His neighbor has none.
The democrat feels guilty for being successful and so to alleviate his glum,
the democrat pushes for higher taxes so a cow can be had by everyone.
A republican has two cows. His neighbor has none.
The republican says, " What's that to me? I'm out for #1."
A socialist has two cows. His neighbor has none.
The government takes a cow from the socialist and gives his neighbor one.
The socialist organizes a co-op now
and teaches his neighbor how to manage the cow.
A communist has two cows. His neighbor has none.
The government takes all of the cows from everyone
who then stand on line for many long hours
to receive moldy cheese and milk that's gone sour.
Christopher really liked Lisa
He thought she was really quite fit
They worked together every day
At a very well known supermarket
When he asked her out she said yes
But to show that they were an item
They were shrink-wrapped together
And had a barcode label stuck on them
I shop at the co-op every day,
See the karma millionare not give a care,
See Mr Jones a pillar of fire,
See the checkout supervisor touch every hand,
See the damned see the damned,
See the old hag have a drag,
See the gentleman being dargged down,
See the gnome all at home,
And see the man who knows he's alone.
My granny rode a bicycle
Till she was eighty four
We had to take it off of her
We couldn’t take no more
For every day she lost it
Forget where it was put
She’d find her way to our house
Arriving there on foot
“Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say
“It’s gone, I don’t know where
Kids today are heartless
I’m sure they just don’t care”
We’d phone the local station
The bobby knew the score
As usually she left it
Outside the co op store
Reluctantly we did it
Went round to grannies house
Crept into the garden shed
As quiet as a mouse
Took our grannies treasured bike
Dismantled bit by bit
Collected up the pieces
And we threw them in the skip
The rain taps on the window, the sky is dead and grey,
I explain to my children that we can't go out today,
No walking to the local shop to buy the boring food
the co-op where it's overpriced and all the staff are rude,
The t.v's on a children's show and out the music blares,
we have this on so often that we should have bought some shares
I change the childrens nappies and then I get them dressed
the youngest is quite willing though the eldest not impressed
the fire burns in the fireplace and the lamp lights up the room
a bright and cheery setting like a beacon in the gloom
I look around at my kids, playing and squealing with glee
and despite all the rain of the miserable day, there's no place I'd rather be!!
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