Soft and filled with petals of roses,
I’m dizzy as lingerie falls to the floor.
One door opens as the other closes,
delighted now I am free to explore.
Silk sheet origami such sensual art.
Let us disrupt it, take off my dress.
Are you ready for heat sweetheart?
I already feel more than a little listless.
So gentle yet hard on my insides,
your mouth on my neck I may retch.
An internal flame full of elevated tides,
we’re a vision I could never sketch.
Allowing my silence to take control,
something only you could teach me.
I swore my pen wasn’t on your payroll.
I’m left to give up, give in completely.
Internal debate whether I can stand,
as I fight with falling so hard for you.
Possessing a T.K.O with your left hand,
I’m out cold a victim of our rendezvous.
I sat with the plant leaf again,
its veins straighter than mine.
The bus ride had ended. Manila steamed.
My shirt, still full of your smell,
even though you hadn’t come yet.
The blinds were half-closed
like eyelids in anesthesia—
and I traced shadows with my pen
pretending I was writing payroll,
but it was always a eulogy.
The dust in the corners of the cubicle
was not debris.
It was proof of my stillness.
Proof I had not been seen.
Proof I was human.
Somewhere a neon ad shouted skin whitening,
but I was already transparent.
A ghost who had filled in timesheets
and cried into broken staplers.
You would come one day.
Not as a lover,
but as a mirror
sharp enough
to open the mouth of the soul.
An “ex” phones up to tell me that she’s broke:
Republicans get beaten in a vote:
unwary tourists, chowing down on goat:
some moron doesn’t understand my joke:
uncomprehending, tells me that I’m “woke”:
destroying doubters with a Dumas quote.
The Sinking of the Maine – that hapless boat
was downed by Randolph Hearst’s own payroll folk,
and not the Cubans. Furnishing the fact
to someone who’s been clueless all this while
is gratifying. Quarter-backs get sacked,
but idiots are taken down with guile.
Exposing crass stupidity with tact,
and subtle humour. These things make me smile.
We have a witch on the payroll the police chief said.
She scares and intimidates me, fills me with dread.
Why do we pay for that? I asked, is there better use of my money?
Perhaps said the chief, but although she is never sunny….
She has cracked some murder cases none of us could figure out.
She brings her familiar, a black cat named “gad-a-bout”.
Together they are a formidable pair, but one thing I guess.
They both terrify me, I have to admit and confess.
We can go faster if we take the magic bike, Rudolph said.
Santa rolled his eyes and the reindeer’s nose got louder red.
We can get rid of the others on the payroll too.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Blitzen and Vixen to name a few.
Santa looked at the magic bike. How can if fly far away?
Nothing up my sleeves, Rudolph said. Just trust me, okay?
So Santa signed the contract, and they fired the other deer.
Then he and Rudolph climbed on the bike, full of good cheer.
The bike struggled and stopped and sputtered and kicked.
Santa knew then that he had truly been gloriously tricked.
The other reindeer appeared, and demanded more money.
“As our union rep, they told Rudolph, you are a honey!”
They asked “so what would you say is your biggest weakness?”
My inability to answer questions like this.
What do you think you could bring to the role?
Probably the motivation created by the payroll
Where do you see yourself in 5 years from now?
Doing your job better than you do without doubt
Say what they want, sincerely fake,
don’t be too strong so fear create,
agreeable, likeable and independent
being relatable and never indifferent
On The Payroll of Hillburn City New Mexico
David J Walker
Imagine
That such a lonely city
Ever existed
Placed in the middle
of two nowhere
Not worth mentioning
A single building
The gathering spot for
Farmers wives far too
Busy to drive
to either of
the distant small towns for
Coffee,
Cigarettes
Milk and bread
Old cold cuts
Maybe out of date
And the daily mail
In your post office box
In the back
The newspaper from Lubbock
In the rack
Came yesterday and was
A day late at that
Not that it matters
In a jurisdiction
Where you must
pump your own gas
and then ask
about the latest gossip
from the Constable,
Mayor, & Postmaster, and
The only
And lonely
Working citizen on the Payroll
of Hillburn City
Pauly’s Bank Deposits
Pauly’s passkey
Pickup hiccups
Passbook Facebook
Payload payroll
Honey money
Crossbow bankroll
5/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
Empty streets, I dreamt about them;
and a payphone - did it ring?
Could it be stranger things
repurposed in the preponderant dark?
After 2000 was the hustle and bustle
of mortar and dust; were there butterflies?
I dreamt this dream after that,
but presently the streets are clear
except for pigeons and the law.
No pretzel carts. Broadway busted.
But the phone, did it ring;
what does it mean?
I was alone. I don’t think payphones
existed on the payroll anymore.
There’s a phone in a glass box.
I want to know what it means.
I thought I knew
but it seems
there may be more:
more empty streets;
more to my dream.
4/1/2020
Why do I keep walking on by?
Past everything that could define my soul.
It’s like life and I don’t see each other eye to eye.
Sometimes we feel like we just want to cry,
because it feels like our hearts fell in a hole.
Why do I keep walking on by?
You may feel like you need a guy,
but he will never be on your life’s payroll.
It’s like life and I don’t see each other eye to eye.
Why do we even try,
when breaking a heart seems to be the goal.
Why do I keep walking on by?
At some point in life we all want to die,
whether it’s real or fake it is part of the toll.
It’s like life and I don’t see each other eye to eye.
It may be time to say goodbye
Before I put someone else with me in the mixing bowl.
Why do I keep walking on by?
It’s like life and I don’t see eye to eye.
the scene
(the Well Groomed Malo Figurious) they offerd this special deal.
It came with exciting features.. The bells and whisles
made the whole thing worth affording.
we fit it into the budget.
( THE Intergalactic Figurious) what did the person say about the program and how well
he say we put software
in tv screen computer, and program
will control temperature, ice machine,
and open doors, and all systems within building.
well we install system and loss everything.
when Picco start system all money in bank go puff!
the orders online deleivered only half.
old girls on payroll get
bounus,Picco no give'em bounus!
machine got
Anti- Investment software.
Then that's when the monster came.
Picco get scared and call
Intergalactic force.
Mama hold onto my hand don't let go
Don't let the keeper know that our weakness is on show
This place called Never-land is an enchanted land
Be ready stand
Be confident to fight
It's time we got rid of all our fright
Despite what man may write
This place we called Never-land was never happy or right
Nothing here can be reverse or rewrite
Mama our lives is now on tonight's talk show
But the world needs to know that Never-land
The enchanted land was a bewitched land
That brought our souls
The devil played his role
Things got out of control
Now no-one can obtain a payroll.
a tumble maybe a rumble
of stone and steel
rubber wheels
down town
white satin gown
no
it is dust settled around
as dreams hit the ground
hear the rumble
of man and machine
mother nature stumbled and
coughed up a dusty scene
the musicians threw away their picks
and played their electric guitars with change
not elevator music to arrange
a pleasing melody runs and hides
drums fast and loud leap in strides
paper rain falls like confetti
with messages to all the free
alone in crowds of cameras clicking while
time bombs smile as they are ticking
some were born of the selected
some were payroll elected
all
cells of cells in a living world
given the grace
to live here as boy
to live here as girl
as the human race
a wave of civilization
rising to a crest
planning own
annihilation
same as all the rest
all the lives lost in war
swords and missiles can’t compare to
the wicked ways of
a nasty haze that
hangs within breath
inside and out
it will number our days as
we linger close to wealth
to survive man must love his fellow man
love both sea and land
and
if no one understands
find a way to settle another Earth
Sorry folks I know it's rough but Christmas Day has been called off,
The whole North Pole was sent offshore to call-centers in Bangalore,
The toys once made by elven hands are now all made in third world lands,
Walmart and Coke and Hallmark too have bought the rights to ‘Christmas 2’,
And with focus on their profit goals, the trimming also hit payroll,
Santa was laid off today, he keeps his suit and severance pay,
And Rudolf’s bells no longer ring, the deer were sold to Burger King;
With Brexit planned in just two years, those laid off there are rushing here;
As every elf from the North Pole, has moved round here to claim the dole.
While things are looking pretty bleak, I hope you enjoy Christmas week,
Cos things will be tough next year too, with Easter planned in for phase two…
God Is Not A Day Job
God does not owe me anything.
He is not in debt to me.
I’ve found that that’s the way
I’ve been treating Him.
I’ve been treating Him like
He’s an hourly wage job, like
he’s a payroll clerk
that left a bunch of hours
off my check.
But how can I put Him in
the same category as my
day job?
With a job you get what you
earn, because your labor puts
your job in debt to you until payday.
If your paycheck is short you
have the right to find out
why, because they didn't pay you
what you earned.
But we can’t earn anything
that God gives us- it's all a
gift.
And God’s gifts don’t have a
regulated pay period like a
job does.
He gives what He wants, when He
wants, according to His will.
He knows when we can’t handle
a blessing and when He needs to
withhold it until we can.
He also knows when to instantly
let you have what you want.
He knows.
God is not a day job,
He’s God.
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