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“Mice” is nice but might be called “mouses”
if a couple is next to a screen
and there is no screaming from me
except in excitement at my selection.
That Razer Viper V2 Pro
so light and quick under my palm.
Point, click and scroll with complete control.
Sexy as that is, mine’s plain old gray,
like an old man in a squeaky wheelchair.
And my guy started the whole shebang
when he started the mouse wheel turning
in my mind. He said he was taking mice
to India. I chortled at the thought of two
as well as the word choice. How cool
that I can pound on a tablet screen
to ask “the boss” the proper way.
Improperly, the internet replies
that both are right. How can both be right?
I just know my guy is wrong because
the opposite means his wife is…
I can’t even say it. Mice or mouses,
marriage lice or louses. Scroll wheel
turning, turning, turning and “Proud Mary
burnin’” daylight, agreeing to disagree.
*lyrics by John Cameron Fogerty
(The following vignette barely resists collapsing into raw blurting.)
Ask my priest and he’ll tell you
I have a long-term boyfriend, whom
I’ve loved improperly for years.
He’s the custodian of my sin (my priest).
The church has its own language of fault.
He might not tell you, actually, priests have rules
- there are legalities aplenty - but he’s sure,
I’ve laid it before him (confession).
I outsource my gilt to professionals
- I’ve left my faults behind -
who wants to cary all of THAT around?
I have an unstable and somewhat elastic
belonging to the Holy Roman Catholic church,
but there are tethers of family that hold me
- one of the obligations of inherited identity -
and I find it convenient that my sins can be
formally acknowledged while socially invisible.
“You have an unrecognized attachment,” he’d said,
moral frameworks often expose their own inadequacies.
Alas, my morals sit uncomfortably behind my desires.
In my mind, I momentarily see a triangular road sign that reads,
“Warning: self-exposure: intimate realities may exceed dogmatic frameworks!”
“Say two Our Fathers, three Hail Mary, and one act of contrition - and in the future,” he said wincingly, “use your indoor blasphemy voice.”
Yeah, I frequently leave ‘Our Lady’ with scheduling issues.
I use an Apple Watch app to tally my penances (Counter for Watch - free).
He did complement me on my consistency and how politely I misbehave.
Still, despite my over-caffeinated, theatrical guilt and moral dissonance
- I’m clean. I keep my sins organized
- Heaven, here I come.
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A song for this:
Stoney End by Laura Nyro
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slang…
Priest = my authority figure/witness
Confession = is not absolution, it’s documentation
Our Lady = Notre Dame Cathedral
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA
3/2/17
Molded ceilings
With the paint peeling
Revealing
Something unappealing
A building long forgotten and forlorn
Rotted floorboards
Broken and torn doors
In a bad condition and poor form
Large amounts
Of trash strewn about
All throughout
The house
Due to weathering, bad habits and tendencies
No longer sitting steadily
Foundation in jeopardy and the whole structures integrity
From an accident that happened chemically
By the incorrect use of chemistry
All around the ground grime and filth
Many different types of liquids spilt
Left there with little if any kind of guilt
Most of the fence is bent
Regardless of the intent and no harm being meant
It all left quite the hefty dent
Such a pungent smell, without a mask, you could not adjust
The whole entire place riddled with dust
And far too much junk and "stuff"
Stored improperly collecting rust
Just about on the cusp
Of falling completly apart in a way that is abrupt
A path was taken
And the damage changed it
Leaving it dilapidated
No longer accessible, but at one point it had a basement
By: Dalton Ogletree
"Save Our Planet. Our Planet Is Dying.
Join In Our Earth Day Efforts Or Else,
Our Beloved Children's Future Will Be Most Trying.
Save Our Planet Or Our Planet's Time Will Come Due.
Our Planet Will Truly Die. The Only One Who Can Save It Is You."
Let me tell you something my friend.
Our planet has been through it all and it still continues to go on living.
Multiple asteroids and comets have plundered into earth,
volcano eruptions, massive earthquakes, extreme changes in climate.
Our planet has survived these constant encounters for billions upon billions of years.
Our planet isn't dying anytime too soon, so let that no longer be one of your fears.
Improperly disposed of plastics and other non recyclables
combined with continual water and air pollution
won't have the slightest effect on our planet's life span.
Earth Will Just Continue Its Evolution.
We however have a major problem because we won't survive like our planet Earth.
A Specie That Directly Caused Its Own Extinction, will be the total of all our worth,
but Mother Earth will continue to evolve and live on as new life experiences new birth.
Our planet isn't dying. We are you fools! Why? Because we're all just ignorant jerks!
A sinewy faith built rough cabins.
We were pleased to claim this land
for Jesus.
We raised cities that were bear free.
Everything soared;
later crime and meth rose even
higher.
Cracks appeared where a garish paint
had weathered the sky.
Plaster flamingos crumbled,
angelic limbs hung down
caught in ceiling fissures.
Pink plastic arrows littered concrete.
It was a Mall dream; it was our dream.
We began to order stuff
from worker ants in other countries.
Plaid went in and out of fashion,
Horseless cowboys kept up the long tradition
of truck wrangling.
Impedimenta impeded the improperly taught.
Log cabins transported themselves
to theme parks,
too little hope clogged casinos floors,
rage stalked the freeways.
God spoke to us,
urged us to fill storage units
with our long raked-over crap,
sad holy relics in duct taped boxes -
yet neatly piled
in a persnickety Midwest way.
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!
Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness!
Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!
Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?
Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?
This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by insidious influences!
Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!
Not everyone gets along with their neighbour
A face as hard as a glacier
From day one they were always rude
Always in a bad mood
It started with her not being able to park
Every time she would make a bad remark
A single person driving a van
No business or no plan
A male and female name
I don’t care they are still the same
It doesn’t matter who you decide to be
Your personality is what matters to me
Just because I rent and they own
Doesn’t mean you should sulk and grown
We put up a fence for the paws
No thank you or applause
One day we had a flash flood
I protected her house from water and mud
While she stood inside on the phone
To the insurance company to have a moan
Not one word of thanks
For propping up the river banks
Dirty, wet, back aching
No pleasantness breaking
They tried to stop a legal right
To a back garden, to spite
A lawyer had to be involved
For the issue to be resolved
They use our property to dump their builders waste
Leaving my plants displaced
They have no respect for property
And behave improperly
They scream at anyone parked near
On a public road, their crisis severe
Any builder or delivery person is their next victim
The vicious tongue is not restricted
Never an explanation or apology
They just behave like a monstrosity
No excuse nor reason
To be a demon
No respect for hours of the day
Slamming the door like a display
Knock one knock twice speak a code
All through the night, it’s getting old
The spells they perform and a voodoo chant
Trying to lure and enchant
Speaking to someone who isn’t there
Full conversations in despair
I know it’s not just me they do not like
Their own parents avoid and dislike
They scream at them every visit
For no reason they have hit their limit
Reasoning does not matter for those who choose this
Always an opportunity to be polite and not dismiss
Some people are just not built to be nice
Mental health can be a factor for their dislikes
Whatever the problem they need support
Before one day they are in court
I wish them the best in their health journey
It won’t be me who ends up on the gurney
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.