Monthly Archives: April 2018

Undo Your Safety Belt

Published April 19, 2018 in I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

Undo Your Safety Belt

It won’t be a bumpy ride.

We got this.

“Get the commissioner on the phone.

Put him on with me when you have him.”

“Hello, Commissioner? Yeah, listen,

I was asked to give you a call, but not give you a call.

So that you would never be put in a predicament

where somebody said that you were called.”

“Who is this?”

“Doesn’t matter who it is. What matters is that

you were given a call, but not given a call.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Commissioner.”

Click.

He looked at his phone, incredulous.

Forget Me Not

Published April 14, 2018 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Forget Me Not

Picked this rose in remembrance of you.

And the sage flowers with a splash of blue.

For the sad I feel thinking of you.

I know it’s over, but I can’t stop wanting to be true.

To you.

I just can’t undo the years of holding and having your back.

And I can’t bear the thought of some him with you.

What’s clear is my lack of emotional maturity.

I’m a teenager again,

reverted back to a pot smoking adolescent.

Hanging on your every word and action.

Embarrassing but true.

To you.

Global Swarming

Published April 12, 2018 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Global Swarming

Spring, but it was hot.
Like mid-July heat.
The two dogs wanted inside.
Tommy, the Jack Russell,
was clever enough
to open the screen door himself.
He chose, instead,
to ooze desperation and
the threat of heat stroke.
In the cage was the insect,
a little Pom mix that’s
a tad bit inbred.
Basically, a canine gnat.
Constant jumping, biting
and errrrrrring.
Jack was reluctant
to let either of them in.
“It’ll be cool any minute,
the sun’s going down.
And they’ve got water.”
he reasoned to himself.
“You can’t give in and spoil them,
they’ll walk all over you if you do.”

High Voltage

Published April 9, 2018 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

High Voltage 2

For all her chic thinness
and occasional ice princess mean,
she has an almost
gluten and dairy free
banana pancake air of health.

And just like breakfast,
she makes the rest of your day.
Joy or pure pain,
depending on whether you have
the memory of her or
the thrill of being near.

She could be more beautiful
if she only applied herself.
You know, did her hair a bit more
or put on some lipstick or rouge.

That being said she’s still probably the
single most exceptionally
beautiful woman in the world.

Note to Self

Published April 6, 2018 in Max - 0 Comments

Note to Self2

“I scratched my hand picking roses for you.”

Max wrote.

It was a lie. The cat had done it.

It was also code for,

“I hurt myself trying to get over you.”

Which really felt drama queen pathetic.

It was self-inflicted,

still, he knew he was just playing a role.

And it was a mediocre performance

because he was aware that his script

lacked for something.

Suddenly it came to him,

two turntables and a microphone, that was the answer.