I picked up a bug,
the bug was alive and
moving, tween my
thumb and finger. I
freaked out, and I threw
the bug down on the rug
of a car. I said, "Ew.",
because I realized it
was alive and moving. It
bit me and I felt the bite.
It was a tiny nip with its
tiny jaws.I felt bad for the
bug, afterwards. It
scattered body parts all
over. Rest in peace little
bug on the rug, in that car.
I got freaked out the girl said. It was a wow.
I stretched my dog-ears to hear “….store now.”
She was sitting in a booth two tables away.
I walked to the bathroom to peek at her today.
blonde hair and light blue eyes, maybe a Norse?
she was one of those cutie petooties of course.
Her friend had taken the conversation over.
No one could hear it, not even my poodle named Rover.
I returned to my seat and picked up the book.
Pretended it was entertaining, in this tiny nook.
My waitress came over and tried to speak to me.
By now I could hear her voice again, the pretty young she.
“shh!” I said to the waitress, as I sent her away.
The excited voice was quiet now on this dreary May day.
I have no idea what she was trying to say.
But I feel I missed an entire novel this ugly Tuesday.
A darkened room
sickly light
Sense the fright
near midnight
Creaky door
cracks in floor
Hoot-owl screams
Poof! go dreams
Full Moon hovers
duck under covers
Witches stream by
blacken the sky
Goblins prowl
nasty howls
Ghosts in sheets
haunt the streets
Black cats screech
Spiders reach --
There's no doubt
I'm freaked out
Spelling's such a stupid thing
to get freaked out about
Of this, I am very shure
~ In fact, I have no dout
Today marks it the brown eye girl looks at her scar that runs down her chest. If this scar could talk she thinks to herself. Can't even image what it would say maybe how much pain it went through on that day. The brown eye girl can't remember it and she is happy about that not to remember something painful such as that. Heard stories a lot of stories of what happened that day. How her mother watched as they helped the brown eye girl, of how it was to last six hours but how she got out in half of that. Of how it freaked out her mother when the little tv went off after it was all said and done. The brown eye girl sometimes wishes she didn't have that scar growing up because of how she was made fun for it. They called her a little freak some people tried to make her feel ashamed to have something like that. Her teachers told her to hide it from everyone. But now thirty years later the brown eye girl couldn't be more proud of her scar from her open heart that saved her life.
Who knows she is staying in this Swiss chalet?
She is consternated these chocolates came today.
Why would they be addressed to her real name?
She is registered under the moniker of a pretend dame.
The woman is freaked out; this is not her scene.
She begins to pack for she is not naïve or green.
Who knows she is here? And how would they know?
She stares at these chocolates knowing she has to go.
She packs quickly and runs from the place.
Hurry! An internal voice screams. Pick up your pace!
As she is checking out her husband yells her name.
I knew it was you! He says. You are one slick little dame!
Still angry with him, she avoids his eyes, and turns her head.
Wishing she had not left those chocolates lying on the bed.
She had thought they might be poisonous or even worse.
Where are the candies? He asks. “Inside your purse?”
Holy cadoodle, do I feel fine
Bout as happy as I can be
Just found out the lump on my back
Was a benign type of cyst you see
Worried as the biopsy was sent to the lab
Fearing the worst as humans do
Didn't sleep well for 2 or 3 weeks
But happy my wishes came true
So no need to hold my breath any longer
I'm good for another while yet
Till the next scary thing that comes along
I'll be just as freaked out, I bet
It's the way us humans are or so it seems
We tend to think the worst most times
It's probably the way we protect ourselves
So if the news is bad, we're primed
Whatever's the case I can safely say
Good news is sure great to hear
When you're thinking maybe this is it
And now you've got a few more years
So holy cadoodle, it sure feels great
To be told it isn't the end
Live every moment as if it's your last
'Cause one day it will be, my friend!
A movie, oh wow, when one need not be Woke!
A girl was a girl, a bloke was a bloke.
I forget I was born when times were free.
Not under pressure of societal perversity.
We had jobs, were not weird and went to school.
We had nothing free, we were not governments’
tools.
Remember when schools were open and all stores, too.
We were not Covid,freaked-out-masked fools?
Nor were our teachers the government’s tools!
Our parents taught us ethics and rules!
We did not live on cold social platforms.
We lived and loved in freedom, that was the norm!
One could tell clearly, who was a girl or boy.
There were no “man- buns”,a welcomed joy!
Hope America returns to that sense of joy.
When it’s acceptable to be the sex you were born,
either girl or boy!
Notes: Ideas from the movie.
“Fast Times at Ridgemont High”, 1982
Sean Penn, Phoebe Cates, Jennifer Jason
Leigh.
my car is parked there
like a silver brick on the asphalt
here at the top of the street
the gargoyles of the building know me
they know that at night I smoke
in the dark corners of the patio
biting nails counting bricks avoiding stepping on ants
while levitating over the lawn
It's been several days since I freaked out
and the spiral is swallowing me
I no longer understand constellations very well
I feel lost when I look at the spines of books
who could help me
or when I insist on looking for my old clothes
in boxes scattered around the dark apartment
as you struggle between mundane commitments
buying powdered food and taking quick showers
to wash away the dirt of a world that misbehaves
and spews poison on the news that I avoid.
my car sits there like a silver brick lying on the asphalt and here at the top of the street the gargoyles of the building know me and they know that at night I smoke in the dark corners of the patio biting nails counting bricks avoiding stepping on the ants while I levitate over the lawn and already It's been several days since I freaked out and the spiral was swallowing me like this so I don't quite understand the constellations I was guided by and I seem lost when I stare at the spines of books that could help me or when I insist on looking for my old clothes in boxes scattered around the city streets while you struggle between mundane commitments of powdered food and quick showers to wash off the filth of a world that misbehaves and spews poison on the news I avoid.
Again September,
pain we feel
when at dawn
Victor Jara was waiting
the death...
Again September,
horror we feel
remembering the eleventh
in the fall of the towers...
That's when even fear
freaked out...
Again September,
the expected peace,
when Jesus rejoices in us,
with his return,
and that it be in spring
of love and humanity...!
They could be anywhere
Greased on my bus fare. Any Tom Dick or Jack and Solitaire
On every bit of bittie bit, on any drop of there.
They're everywhere in ambush
On every pull you push. Each panicked ceramic royal flush
Pirates hide, ride crazy-eyed, with itch-sticky triggers to crush.
And anything I breathe
Down the red throat of my sleeve. The miasma mere clean teeth can't cleave
Goes in out in out freaked out out, so every grin and weep's knot-weaved
And my besiegement
Unrelieved.
I do seethe.
I can't sleep.
I can't adore life.
It's difficult to breathe.
My mind is blocked.
I'm stuck as well.
Why must I live
inside this shell?
Although I feel you
when we touch.
I long to live.
Is that too much?
These voices say
that I'm not loved
and that people will
be gone if shoved.
Or anyway
no matter what I do
all by myself
I hope that's not true.
As you behold
I'm freaked out.
I'm unaware
Of life's drought.
They say to leave
if love don't serve.
How will I speak?
That seems absurd.
I hope it's true
to love yourself
can be achieved
as with fine health.
I'm so scared.
Won't let it show.
Don't leave me be.
Oh SPIRIT glow.
Once new an Aussie gal named Liz
Who always knew which way to give
More than routine
This sex machine
Freaked out each time at the sight of her biz
Splish Splash, I was taking a bath round about half-past three
When all of a sudden in my window I spied a man in a tree
He was leering and when
I looked back again
He was gone, freaked out at the sight of my weenie
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