I have a duster Mrs. A. said. I will bring it to you.
I was thinking feather duster, so I said I did not want it.
She said “It is really pretty. It has flowers on it.”
I thought she meant flowers painted on the feathers of it.
“I had one,” I told her. “My dog ate it.”
She kept persisting, but I turned her down.
Politely at first, then rather abruptly.
Three days later another friend was wearing a lovely floral jacket.
It was sheer, and it was super gorgeous.
Where did you get that? I asked her. It is marvelous.
“Mrs. A . gave it to me," she said. “I love this duster!”
she would sing with birds
known to set many records
drank many tankards?
she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine
Have you ever heard of
Ballentine Beer Before
we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big nose perching
had many close shaves
trump would make many big waves
we became his slaves
(stabbed him with some staves)
(he never behaves)
(leads us to our graves)
(we became his knaves)
(often us depraves)
(does grunt when he raves)
(owns atlanta braves)
How about that for quite
a few laughs with warm bathes
then travelled on Trump
putrid paths.
We once had a rooster named Buster
Whose aggression caused quite a fluster,
So the old chopping block
Arranged him for soup stock;
And the rest of him, a feather duster.
Eyes are the very centre of being: within their deepest gaze, love
Can be reflected and above all: the most vibrant spark of life.
Eyes can give a look of scorn, or frustration, resent or desperation, simple and innocent joy or contentment.
We can look into eyes, and see all life has to offer;
I do not think another look shall be seen…
I promised you would feel no pain in your dreamy rest.
I promised all the heavy breathing that burdened your flame and
Pure energy; I promised you would breath again.
And so you do, breathe forever as the wind.
You form the wisp of air that passes my face
And the gust of rain that patterns the night,
The breeze of summer that will ease my grief
And the movement of clouds and the skies.
But never will I forget, those cries of fear
As I, oblivious, took you outside in the cold.
There’s no pain as great as a memory
But I will cling to these memories
Till I too, am a breath in the wind.
11/11/2013