She told me I was “full of it”
As she walked away.
I muttered
“What?”
Then sat
in lightly drizzling
sun
repeating
“damn!”
“what have I done?”
The curbstone bruised
my pouting cheeks
stray dogs gazed sadly
at my plight
and then - dear god!
an awful thought
“what if – oh no”
“could she be right”!?
I slowly loosed
the sticky things
holding the package
without pins
to gaze upon
the fetid mass
of twisted logic’s
compost bins.
She claimed a simple
turnabout
as what goes in
must come out.
Alas, at times,
we must admit
all of us
are full of “it”.
John G. Lawless
©4/16/2018
Categories:
curbstone, humor,
Form: Free verse
Urban legend now bared to the bone
Yet its trademark can no larger store clone
No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone
But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown
Larger Discount stores with dignity stand alone
Corner grocery, its squalid tenement doth bemoan
Manicured plots, concentric lots posh boutiques tone
Corner mart encased in fragile clapboards; skyscrapers of stone
Dilapidated phone booth anchors the curbstone
Squeaky door, bristling bell on entry doth groan
Large retailers, in furnished bakeries bake cakes, fancy scones
Mom and Pop, in one-stove kitchens; yeast rolls, cornbread pone
Serious browsers in large retailers with oversize carts spendthrift prone
At corner store, single-minded shoppers poach sustenance, then are gone
Large franchise with hefty profits and in fertile market sown
Corner grocer in depressed neighborhood; indebted to Savings & Loan
Categories:
curbstone, business,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting on a curbstone
Wondering at words and what they mean
Like what induced the man to call it flagstone?
Was he flagging needing a flat stone to lie on?
Or did he wish to iron a flag?
Did flag mean flat in someone’s second language?
Was flagging just a method used to quarry?
At least we know this stone is curbing traffic
I’m off to post a letter
Or maybe pole an “A”
Categories:
curbstone, on work and working,
Form: I do not know?