It's not always easy to untighten a jar.
But for years, changing the oil in my car
Was like taking candy from a baby.
Or like showing respect to a lady.
But don't take 'easy' for granted,
Or you may someday live to regret it.
For example, take a look at what I did one time.
My auto's oil level indicated that it needed some.
No problem, because I had oil in the trunk. I thought.
So, I grabbed the gallon can of leftover oil, headed
for the hood, and poured the oil into the engine. I thought.
My car was more than a little upset with what I had done.
A senior moment or not, I was more than speechless.
I later discovered that the assumed oil was not really oil.
I thought to myself, "What on God's earth was I thinking?"
To my chagrin, my utter dismay, it was leftover anti-freeze.
I can't believe that I thought that.
Categories:
untighten, car,
Form: Narrative
The sky an ocean of gathering crimson,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds wandering sociable.
Grassy field of red spice cinnamon poppies.
Dream of pleasure indulges in sweetness of childhood,
her large blue eyes watch, a half-smile hangs on,
a wink of sun glare, untighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the crimson they bolt.
3/13/2022
Categories:
untighten, child,
Form: Free verse
bye bye lucid wristbone you have
shaken me awake to many times now.
rattling my head, rattling
back to that old house.
back when it rained a lot against
the kitchen window.
all my dreams were kept folded up in
a brown and red quilt from my grandmother..
cross-stiched knees and ankles warmly
wrapped for the night..
in the morning there would be cereal bowl
milk rings on the kitchen table.
maybe even a little gravel in my skin.
but dont look now cause the backyard
swing is made of rust.
all my memories of wood and cloth.
see where I was sown together so long ago.
so get out the wrench and untighten the bolts,
my chest to open, my head to close.
Categories:
untighten, allegory,
Form: Acrostic
A demonic mind
send in the demons
trudge, trudge, trudge
more demons, we need more
trudge, trudge, trudge
My mind is on fire
I cannot aspire
to go any higher
brain cells in a deep fryer
cooking, smell the stench
untighten my neck with a wrench
take off my head
for I'm already dead
trudge, trudge, trudge
we need more demons
trudge, trudge, trudge
ah, the coolness of scapels
removing wisdom's shrapnel
no need for thought
nor reminders of havoc wrought
the world I've ruled
peasants I've schooled
within my own mind
ye have been blind
send me more demons
trudge, trudge, trudge
more, more, more
trudge, trudge, trudge
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bob Shank-Nov. 8th, 2006
done for a challenge
Categories:
untighten, science fiction, song-
Form: Lyric