evil qualmishness
return of jalapenos
my acid reflux
I used to like an ice-cold strawberry or lime margarita
salt all around the edge of a goblet or mug
If this was unavailable, I might have a white Zinfandel
They are tasty too
If you are young and in good health
As I aged a strange malady happened – acid reflux
I would enjoy liquor going down
but not so much when it came back up
After a few bouts of this, I gave up liquor
It was not worth the horrible, awful aftermath
Woke up from deep peaceful sleep
Acid reflux turquoise troubling me
With regret I rethink what'd I eat
Cheesy potato skins culprit me thinks
The food is rebelling behind my breast
Like blue boat sailing in my chest
Gas and vomit won’t let me rest
I must eat better I cranberry confess
I used to love juice
acid reflex changed that
after it came back up
going down it was delightful
coming back up
not so much
acid reflex has ruined juice for me
and jalapeno peppers and Cheetos too
"genuflect reflux"
an ailment gotten from being raised Roman Catholic
the watch
marks,
flows ...
time
Sans
cease
grows
future
bygone
gone...
suggested song "años"
Mercedes Sosa and fagner
https://youtu.be/d2lqTAntwgc
Some people get out of their beds happy.
Sometimes I bounce out, barely hitting the floor, I am so excited.
Today was not one of those days. I had gone to bed too early knowing I would be paying for it.
And I did. Because I woke up like a shot at 2:17 a.m., thinking it was morning and it sort of was.
Just not the “right” morning.
When I tried to go back to bed at 5:16,
I knew it was a mistake.
I would have to get up in less than an hour, and it might take forty-minutes to go back to sleep.
Crumble! Drumble! Grumble! Shumble! Mumble! Lumble!
How many times do I do this? When will I learn?
Apparently never.
Lie for a reason
Lie for some kind of season
Is this a reflux
Look at those who lie
It becomes part of their speech
Which one of you cares
Have we become numb
These cannot be washed with bleach
Where is the virtue
This freedom of speech
Lying was not the intent
Are we beyond reach
The things that we say
When no one is checking us
Defines who we are
He who chooses truth
Finds the seeds of honesty
Which changes their heart
To be credible
We must be believable
We must be truthful
Edward J. Ebbs - 07/30/14
A perfectly predictable purplish tabby cat misbehaves
Dancing across magnificent magpies excavated graves
Squirming yellow shining housefly larvae she enslaves
Swimming through thick sticky b-positive tidal waves
A polka dotted butterfly with stiletto and cream shaves
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