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A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
not a dog or a cat
something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted
In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.
Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!
A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.
My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.
I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.
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And I believed it,
Like a fool.
I packed some lavenders
And rushed to you,
Like a fool.
I took the first train
And got some donuts
From on the way,
Like a fool.
I hoped my stars
To not disappoint
Me again,
Like a fool.
The time you told me
That you missed my
Touch, terribly,
I ran up to your
Apartment, rushed
Through the stairs,
Like a fool.
I stood there, waiting,
For you to
Open the door,
Like a fool.
The time you told me
You missed my laugh,
Terribly,
I looked again on the
Phone, still standing,
Outside your door, "never mind"
Read the text.
I still waited for you to
Open that door
With the lavenders,
Still blooming,
Like a fool.
A child of maybe 2 was strapped
Into a stroller seat,
Too young to read or understand
An email, text or tweet.
Yet clutched in both her chubby hands
A cell phone had her eye,
Her focus so intent its purpose
No one could deny.
Her mom or sitter thought, of course,
She’s occupied and rapt,
A state not often found except
For maybe when she napped.
Yet she missed out on all the sights
They passed upon their walk
And cartoon images replaced
The humanness of talk.
Technology deserves its place
In life, but it’s too bad
When the screen is a companion
Which, to me, is very sad.
Transparency is like a graduated cylinder
that exposes its contents to view;
When the liquid of clarity shows no obscurity,
the measure marks of sincerity stay true.
Transparency is like a window
that lets the truth beyond the glass be clearly seen;
When the curtain dances across the pane,
it turns into doubt's hanging screen.
Transparency is like a flashlight
that unmasks what darkness tries to hide;
When the hand of power turns the switch off,
though the battery of bureaus stays charged, facts feel denied.
Transparency is like an official receipt
that documents a record for authentication;
When the culprit leaves no certificate of traceability,
no item, amount, or date will show the transaction.
Transparency is like an open book
whose text declares what all have rights to see;
When the crook closes the pages of public awareness,
it covers the volume of its dark secrecy.
I threw up at one o’clock.
I hurled again at two.
I threw up banana, an ugly color yellow.
I threw up eggplant, and it landed on some non-fellow.
So sorry, I gulped, as un-tasty bread slithered down.
My raw throat has now turned a putrid, ugly brown.
And please, please, don’t put this out on Facebook, Sweet barely-know-you-cousin of mine.
Beause if you do, this tightly held relationship is at the end of the line.
In a little honorary text six seconds later, I read,“That was absolutely one hundred percent so mean.”
I could picture the idiot laughing and dancing all the way to her even dumber computer machine.
Jumped on the train,
does he remember my name?
I went over the script in my head.
I’d ask you questions and laugh at your jokes,
I’d remember everything that you said.
My heart skipped a beat as I walked down the street lit up by Victoria’s lights.
This is the closest it’d been in so many months,
I’d drowned in the maybes and mights.
You ventured to me, weak smile on face as we reluctantly fell into an embrace
you said you were sorry, sorry for being late
it really didn’t matter,
‘This could be fate’.
An awkward tube-ride led us inside of a cocktail bar so gauche and empty.
As I tapped my card, I’d find I was barred and you sighed like I’d let you down gently.
You picked out some flaws, including my sores, you answered the questions like it was a chore
no room for my say, no ask about my day
you looked past me with nothing but bore.
Cause I wasn’t your type, isn’t that right?
I’m too girly, too tall and too loud.
I thought it was over, whatever this was, I couldn’t wait to disappear in the crowd.
But the night didn’t end, despite what you spoke
I was still fun enough to be the butt of your joke.
When we kissed, was it some twisted dare?
You didn’t enjoy it, you told me and I told myself that I didn’t care.
I’d drank and was drunk, so the upset had sunk by the time the clock had struck home.
You’d barely said bye, night bus caught my eye and to my text, you would never reply.
What a waste of my time on a man allergic to kind, whose own problems are turning him blind.
Beautiful souls, with him won’t turn old and next time he’ll be left in the cold.
psalter for memory
temple songs prayerd&
collect
a chanted
doctrine of grace
precepts&examples
in sung text
questions concerns &
response
didactic
meditative
spiritual
born in the shadow
of the temple
melodics to make
the heart happy
songs of deliverance
prayed&said
praise seeking understanding
of concepts&teaching
of narrative decree
to
magnifying the Lord
in language transcended
intense devotion
swayed in emotion
rising to heaven
written by the finger
of God
a thank offering
to reach the ears of the Lord
disharmony of the mind
resolved
to one effect
transformed
in heightened expression
upon
the tablet of the heart
patterns
of discernment
the fabric of life
a treasure house
for the God approved
life
Oft when folks are talkin' they'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly, the meaning misconstrued;
And so they get the text all wrong and spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said you wonder why they lied.
Some people just don't listen when others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying ever gets through to them.
Here a word and there a phrase is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together and Oh What they can find.
It pays you well to watch your words, speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest, my friend, will later on rebound.
Then just try to 'splain it. Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you 'cause they just don't understand.
(And they won' try to either)
I never mattered to you in your nice little world, not now, not then, not there,
You see, I was only ever mum’s boyfriend to you, no idea, I was so unaware,
I was free time, free change, free stain on the wall, someone to yell at when mad,
Always the guy that stepped up just for you, free photos, free food, a free dad.
And for ten straight years I gave you my love, to my chest three names I held tight,
I would fight for these names, die for these names, then Julie, she said, “It’s not right”,
So, you burnt what you wanted; my honest, my heart, for a lie I can now clearly see,
I embarrass you, Steph, and I know what to do: no emotional truth, no more me.
No happy, no sad, no feelings at all as shallow’s my word of the day,
Because that is how you want me to be, just a smile is how I will stay.
And today there’s not never no time, no chat, no nothing about thoughts in our head,
You’re never the first to reach out and say “hi”, you believe the words that she said,
In fact, I don’t think I was ever someone to you, my love you never wanted at all,
I was always the first text message or snap- But from you, not even a call,
Getting what you want is this paper-thin man, a smile for a pic has been drawn,
And the emotional dad, open for you, he packed up, disappeared, he is gone.
Out into the world you go fast away
suit to tie ready for the grinding steel
I wait for a smile, at the end of day
You fly with your car like a swift blue jay
instant coffee blend and eyes to the wheel
out into the world you go, fast away
Its a swift climb and you think work is play
everything is planned to an even keel
out into the world you go fast away
The text arrives, "Baby is on the way!"
he picks up his keys and lets out a squeal
She waits for his smile, at the end of the day
A child full of love, a cooing Monet
a dimpled quick smile melts his heart of steel
out into the world he goes fast away
she, waits for a smile at the end of day.
January 10, 2019
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