Hoeing there and
trying to
make the fake food
stuff grow i
found inside a
cracked line some
specimens of
unarmed rat fish
that had
futon sponges
glued to
them along with
all the other odd sermons
about
blundering humility
and how
the thin react to knights in
white sat-
in sheets when the weak end bend-
ers play to come dribbling out
their un-
locked crates and great granny nook
holes.
Pillow
Eiderdown
Feather filled futon
Cuddly cozy comfort
Silky smoothly sumptuous
A lovely lavish luxurious lair
Sometimes I dream
of falling asleep
on white powdered sand
as comfortable as a Futon
with powerful ocean waves
cloaking my legs and torso
like a blanket immersed
in saltwater
keeping me warm
each and every nig
White wood so cheap
to bring the price low
a bargain for those who
cannot afford anything more
stain of rich brown
to appear walnut be
applied yet so thin
that no one fooled is
mattress of batting hard
coarse fabric covered in
comfort having so brief
long enough to sold be
mattress King size is
covered in linen sheets
with blankets oh so soft
long night with comfort be
thoughts have fled away
tangled shadows just remain
twisted in the night
tortured memories remain
lovers in the spring
all time was theirs to share
joy to always be
together to always stay
fears twisted in the night
of love that would always be
now to flee away
and be parted in the night
memories still remain
in one who does recall
in sorrow tears do fall
knowing they cannot remain
for the guests who never came
in basement dark and cold
one now just make their bed
that the other and comfort will be
crying in the night
in sleep that twisted be
alone in darkness to stay
until the end of days
Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,
Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon!
Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.
Today I rode into Tucson
Determined to buy a new futon
A squirt in a skirt
Got down in the dirt
And flashed me a discount coupon
Farewell to our futon.
Oh, my gratitude runs deep
For all the years you've given us
Or guests the gift of sleep.
Yes, you were tough to open
And a bigger pain to close.
You also scratched our wall up,
But that's just the way it goes.
You have surely served your purpose
Though by now you're past your prime
Which is why it's adios, man;
For all things there comes a time.
Soon there'll be a brand-new sofa
In that newly vacant space
But you'll be in futon heaven,
Which should be a saving grace.
He cast a crouton on the water
Watched it sog upon the swell
What came back was lava bread
And Chelsea buns as well
She threw in an expensive cake
‘Twas softer than a futon
But what came back upon the waves
Was just a soggy crouton
© Gail Foster 2016
oh gee he is a bundle
of dog as i have the same brindle coat
on a mantel they remind me what it took
of my life to make them gentle to the world
and futon come handy as we listen to operas
and with my I camera should I show the peace
or the war the cat hiding as I told her will be ok
just give a day or two or adjust and learn or teach
It’s days like this that my mind returns to Raleigh
The pitch, sandy futon, and our intertwined deviant legs
Pushing for a fix
I for one goal, you for another
I would be more aware by the end of the night
of the smoothness of your forehead, and your full Latin lips
While you would know my hips
and fistfuls of my golden hair
We would each know the fire on our tongues
and the familiar feeling of a heavy mind, tossing and turning
chest to chest
I loved you, but was surprised to find your hands rough
and your lips untempered
Like a child, you indulged in me
without the mind for what I am, or the culture to know better
Though still, you press and carry me
under the door frame, to the floor
and as we rest, night continues to sink, like theatre canvas
And We are disposed to move
With your golden skin, you lie
As your fingers trace circles in my skin
I thought that you loved me too...
But when my mind returns to Raleigh
My thoughts return to you
and your cold bed, our swimming heads
and how at dawn, you dropped me off
My bitten skin looking redder in the tail lights
Teeth freed late of jaw
Catch feign vulture caw
Keep time with thumb gum massage.
Three jiggers to rinse
Fire stick of incense
Lifted induced camouflage.
Shirt off shorts glued on
Vision of futon
Once upon a time life rocked.
Tent wants repairing
Sirens shrill blaring
Dumpster score steel trigger cocked.
Yawn fingers through beard
Glance field-mates look weird
Two toe-touches old time's sake.
Fetally grounded
Mortally wounded
War's horrors too much to shake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones after an ok day at work on 8/24/11
Inspired by nette onclaud and her contest “Allouette”
In honor of Don and Donny and Dean and countless others whose long list of struggles now include poverty, health woes, homelessness, and extreme loneliness.
30.
For to say I see beyond your face
To a soul on fire is but a trace
To how deep we interlace
Entwined bodies golden grace
We began our habitation on the floor
Old futon mattress, bedroom no door.
The classic poverty roaches and more
To twenty years later, king size galore.
For to say I hear you beyond your words
To a sound blown sweetly for little birds
To a refined quip on artists preferred
Defined ideas inspiration spurred.
We began our love song in a basement tomb
One broken bass amp, an unfinished room
The classic garage band dreams and fume
To twenty years later, still bride and groom.
I'm getting married
to man who only thinks of me as a Friend
I sit here and watch you leave with your friends
While I sit here on this lonely Futon
Waiting for you
You say I'm not your type
But your mine
My heart aches
Cause to you I'm too fat
you like the girls in the middle
I will try to lose weight for you
If I could make you mine
I will anything in my power just to get you to notice me
I can't keep these tears from falling from my checks
Because of the pain you put my heart through
I'm sorry that I am not perfect enough for you.
For Matt Caliri's contest-that's not my elephant.
"That's not my elephant, Ella"
You have to sell this junk by yourself.
The faster the better.
I have the second graders coming by for a tour of the museum later, so I have to go.
Just get rid of that thing somehow!
Ella states that the constitution's Bill of rights gives us rights to freedom.
I will keep my white elephant if I want.
I pay half the rent on this apartment.
By the way it is your time to make spaghetti tonight and don't forget the meat sauce!
We are out of parmesan cheese too.
Ella, that futon is taking up too much space and has to go.
Call goodwill.
Similar sounds and letter alliteration are literally leaping and precipitously punctuating the
perforated pages of my mired, muddled mind..
Making mental maps for future fun in meditation mired muse, meticulously masks the
real reasons I rise from my favorite fluffy floral flecked futon.
It seems somehow strange but my favorite finely fitted floral flecked futon is infested full
of flippin’ fleas. I feel flabbergasted!
It could be the culprits causing this consternation are cats coming into the corridor
constantly carrying the creepy critters in. Crap!
We’ll have to hurriedly heave the whole heaping kit and caboodle of carnivorous cats into
a crate and fumigate the frolicking fun loving finicky felines. Fine!
Fortunately, I’m finished..…….finally.
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