Sunday, November 10, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
The Tap Dance Affair
The neighbours say I’m crazy
My mother says I’m hazy
But I haven’t a clue why
“Find your dream and make it come true”
Mama said
So I did
My dream is to teach a cockroach to tap dance
Why?
I have no idea
If humans have rhythm
Then so can cockroaches
The first problem I face is shoes
Where to find shoes?
Let alone shoes that small?
How does one communicate with the roach?
Do I wave my arms about?
Or rather should talk to him keeping my voice quite low
Mother said I was delusional
And so did everyone else
If only they realized
Cockroaches are just like everybody else
They don’t bring harm
Look they even crawl up Mama’s arm!
Can’t you see it?
My name on a Broadway sign
But I can’t take all the credit
The talent isn’t even mine.
“Come one come all”
“To see the show”
“Just watch my dear cockroach”
“Go, go,go!”
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Milk Bottle
Carelessly I knocked over the milk bottle.
I can't help it
Politics drive my passion
I rummaged for a dish towel
And heard a loud crash
Bottle.
Broken.
A large puddle of milk
Perfectly round
All over
The newly mopped tile floor
Great.
I pick up the shattered bottle
Up off the marble tiles
Bells. I hear a bell
What could that be?
Couldn't be the clock
Hmm
How puzzling
The mouth of the bottle
Broken.
Bells. Again
This wasn't just any bell
It was a
Cow bell.
I place me ear to the jagged edge
Of the broken bottle
The bell is louder
The bottle rattles and
Hits the floor
It didn't shatter
The bottle spins on its side
And out popped
A cow
Puzzled I observe his big brown eyes
Mooo
He jumps over the spilt milk
And out the open window
Politics
Always politics.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
First Thoughts...
It’s just wrong
I’m not sure what it is
Something’s off
I only really want things to work out
Crazy as it might seem
I want more
I want to like peaches
I want to go skinny dipping
I want my phone to stop spontaneously playing music
I want to know big words
And what they mean
I want to make toast with the end of the loaf
And like the colour yellow
I want appreciate the smell of turkey brine
I want to learn to love everything
And I want to eat a pizza slice; the crust first
I want to taste peanut butter
And learn how to cook Cajun food
I want to explore my history
I want the grass to tickle my ears
I want to read the newspaper in the candle light
I want know what real love is
And stop and smell the roses (literally)
I want to dance in the rain
And be surrounded by cows
I want to understand the true meaning of nursery rhymes
But really most of all I want to understand myself
Friday, September 6, 2013
Wings
Wings
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To spread my wings
And fly away
To shatter things past
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To feel the whispering wind
In my wings
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To open my wings
And find the key
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To span my majestic wings
And try
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To fly away
And chase my dreams
I am in a cage
And I need to be set free
To spread my wings
And fly away
I am a bird
And all birds can fly
FREE
Frail
Frail
“It’s all so dead.” “I know.” She tranquilly whispers. “I don’t want to leave you.” “You have to.” She calmly hums back. “I’m so cold.” “I know just be calm.” A gentle snow begins to fall. Wilted flowers, brown grass and bare trees. I sit up straight, I feel light headed. “I like laying here with you.” She murmurs. She floats up. I carefully place my hand on your shoulder. “You’re freezing.” “I’m dead.” My hand fades through her shoulder. “I can’t live like this anymore.” “What do you mean?” she asks gently. “I want to know how it feels to touch you, to kiss you and not the air.” “That shouldn’t change anything.” A broken winged grey butterfly flutters by. She puts her hand out it midair and it flies right through her. “I don’t want to live like this Rose.” Her eyes glance up from the dead grass. “It’s so quiet here. I doubt anyone would even hear.” “I want to know what it feels like to, hold you, to feel your skin against mine. Do it Rose.” I look at her eyes, do it now.” “But you have so much more to live ahead of you.” “It’s not worth it if I can’t spend it with you, do it, do it now Rose.” “Promise me, this is what you want?” “Yes.” I lean into kiss her and she plunges a dagger into my heart. And finally, my lips touch hers.
“It’s all so dead.” “I know.” She tranquilly whispers. “I don’t want to leave you.” “You have to.” She calmly hums back. “I’m so cold.” “I know just be calm.” A gentle snow begins to fall. Wilted flowers, brown grass and bare trees. I sit up straight, I feel light headed. “I like laying here with you.” She murmurs. She floats up. I carefully place my hand on your shoulder. “You’re freezing.” “I’m dead.” My hand fades through her shoulder. “I can’t live like this anymore.” “What do you mean?” she asks gently. “I want to know how it feels to touch you, to kiss you and not the air.” “That shouldn’t change anything.” A broken winged grey butterfly flutters by. She puts her hand out it midair and it flies right through her. “I don’t want to live like this Rose.” Her eyes glance up from the dead grass. “It’s so quiet here. I doubt anyone would even hear.” “I want to know what it feels like to, hold you, to feel your skin against mine. Do it Rose.” I look at her eyes, do it now.” “But you have so much more to live ahead of you.” “It’s not worth it if I can’t spend it with you, do it, do it now Rose.” “Promise me, this is what you want?” “Yes.” I lean into kiss her and she plunges a dagger into my heart. And finally, my lips touch hers.
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