If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
~Lynda Barry
Liminal~
betwixt and between
a rock and
a hard place,
it is transitional, man~
indeterminate!
I’ve been scarred
before and will be
twice if I
let myself
be lost in the charisma
of your silvered tongue.
Love is chance,
a roll of the dice,
and the toss
is not your’s,
the house always wins the bet,
it’s the house of blues.
Our distant cousins were going to send us their child
She’s colorful, glamour-seeking, and a little bit wild
How bad can she be? I asked my dubious man Joe.
She’s only six and a half, let’s pick her up. Let’s go!
She was coming in on the train, and we searched for a bit.
Then we saw a conductor having words, almost a fit.
That’s her predicted my husband, and she has a rooster too.
She was wearing lipstick, our cousin, Lynda Sue Lou.
She was funny, this comedic cousin of ours.
We took her in along with her rooster named Lars.
But flew them back home, for they were kicked off the train.
Apparently, they did not want animals, so this was a drain.
Lynda stared into the popping orange and yellow fire.
Twigs snapped and cracked, falling into the hearth.
Surrounding brick fireplace tile glowed in a new brilliance.
She felt more serene than she had felt since John’s death.
She had never expected to outlive her husband.
Being ten years older, she assumed they would go together.
But when an auto wreck comes calling, you can die at forty-eight.
This fire was an unexpected pleasure. She loved the silence.
People would say I looked like Lynda Carter
I'm a far cry from Wonder Woman
I could still be your super hero if you wanna follow me down into the dust
That thin layer of charred regret that coats the things, people and places that I've been
Where I'm hiding now
laughing as I write this
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've waited years
for an answer and certainly won't give up now,
you can be kinder than you've ever been:
I've struggled through the hardest of times:
feel sorry for me, don't let rejection grow,
no man should be on his knees as I've been!
Nobody looks at you more than I do,
nobody admires you more than I do;
some guys promise you sweet kisses,
instead, I promise you a real Heaven:
all that offers days of true happiness...
can you turn it down with false pretension?
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've built a castle
and hasn't been washed away by the waves,
it's waiting for us and in there we'll live a fable
that a young storyteller has written for us;
you can guess you wrote it and why:
are you still undecided? Give it a try!
Lynda, don't desert me for life;
I care more than anybody you have met
rushing to conclusions is one of the biggest mistakes,
you have to end my emotional strife;
I've begged enough and dreamed of a rainbow at sunset...
it has rained enough and now it's time for sunshine and smiles:
run with me and let's find the joys that'll be finally ours.
Friends I have, I know they’re here.
Lester, Don, Jeff & Pat, yes you’re here.
Oh yes, Chris & Rusty, Ron & Gilbert.
Many times we laughed and hurt.
Those days, I wish, I long for again.
There’s nothing better than a friend.
The words, “those days”, bring me pain.
God, how I want it to be the same.
Why Pat died, I’ll never know.
I only wish he didn’t go.
The more I write, the more I hurt.
Our friendships were, all too short.
I want my friends to talk with.
Please stop, stay, and be with.
Remember Blue, Sand and Sun?
God remembers all our fun.
Why did we stop so soon? We were young.
We had so much more to live, we had just begun.
Yes, deaths are things hard to deal.
Bob is not dead, he’s just not real.
I miss my friends, as I hope, they me.
I didn’t name them all, as you can see.
Jody & Von, Lynda & Chuck.
Where are you now?, with lots of luck!
Was so excited to hear some news
From our dear friends Lynda and Al
About to embark on an exciting cruise
What could possibly go afoul
Lynda's had Parkinsons for many years
Needs a wheelchair to get around
Al was faithfully pushing her along
A bump and Lynda went down!
Tragedy struck without any warning
Ninety minutes aboard the ship
Landed on her arm breaking her wrist
Put an end to their exciting trip
Imagine all the pain Lynda endured
As if she hasn't suffered enough
X-rays showed her wrist was shattered
Recovery was going to be tough
Some people happily dance through life
As healthy as all get out
Others are prone to great misfortune
To Lynda that's what life's all about!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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