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.”
He looked at his phone, incredulous.
I liken you to a janitor
The way you mopped
The floor with me.
Closed the door on me,
All the while
Saying you adored on me.
And I liken you to a cold syringe
The way you needled me
Infected me with a virus
That protected me
Until you rejected me
All the while
Smiling on the other side
Of the door.
Here’s a window into my heart.
I’ve reached a place where I don’t need love.
And it’s not at all out of bitterness.
I don’t long for, anymore.
I don’t pine for rapture.
Nor is it out of a sense of defeat.
And there is no malice.
I’m mostly happy and free to just be.
My teeth are self-whitening.
It’s the craziest freakin’ thing.
I mean, I could rub furniture stain on them
and they’d be pearly white in the morning.
I don’t know how it happened.
I used that light thingy once.
Now, I’m all animal instinct.
I just want to bite you.
Applying to become a super hero.
God is the master of random.
He plays it like a cheap suit chess player.
And he is the ultimate in thinking many moves ahead.
God thinks, like, a million moves ahead.
In fact, he’s already thought of the move
that will bring us back to the beginning.
And, he’s already made it.
After only being here for a short time,
I’m not exactly sure if I’ve been here before.
Some things are familiar.
Like the cricket’s song.
But, it sounds like they’re signing in another language.
And everyone’s pointing pistols,
like they need them to speak.
Then I woke up and
realized I was in a movie.
Flew too high, fell too hard.
Got wax all over everything.
Punished for getting too close,
guilty for being too bold.
Ruined it for everyone.
Of course, his father was really to blame.
Being all crafty and inventive,
locking up the big bull headed stud.
Labyrinth makers can’t be trusted,
they always kiss and tell.
Assemblage by Maklin Ryan
Why did the chicken cross the Möbius strip?
To get to the other side.
Same reason he crossed the road.
There’s only so many ways you can answer the important questions.
Another equally important question is:
How much smack could a woodchuck talk if a woodchuck could talk smack?
I mean, inquiring minds must know.
There’s a much dirtier version of this story. Bit I spared you because you don’t need your minds filled with more filth. 😉
I was blind for a time in my left eye.
From a virus and not wanting to see.
Wore an eye patch and I still saw patients.
Eye doctor said the retina had detached.
Didn’t understand how it had healed again.
I said “luck” and didn’t tell him about the herbs or the forgiveness.
The finches were bold, flying into the window glass, trying to get inside.
There were 4 or 5 on the porch, looking for a way in.
What did they want?
What we all want. Safety and peace.
A place to raise a family away from the feral cats of the world seeking to remove our faces.