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.
Stood on the sidelines in the biggest moment of their careers.
Waited for inspiration from their coach.
“There’s a gleam, men! Go out and get that gleam!”
Puzzled expressions, slowly joined hands.
“Gleam on 3!”
“One, two, three, gleam!”
No one could bring themselves to ask
what the hell the coach was talking about.
I used to be indecisive, now I’m not quite sure.
I have several ways of making or taking decisions.
But I like to make the move that leads to the next move.
Meeting you in that blue dress was one of those moments.
Where I stumbled onto a choice that simply had to be made.
Nameless, the ant, walked in line with her sisters.
“Thoughts” did not so much enter her mind as influence its direction.
Do or Don’t. Pretty binary.
Do as the rest of the colony.
Don’t question as questions lead to insanity.
Bring back what you gather, be grateful to have a job in the new administration.
Precocious five year old version of Jesus in the Quran.
First, he purified disturbed water with words alone.
Then, took mud clay and sculpted twelve sparrows.
Father Joseph was none too pleased with his Sabbath creativity.
But unfazed, the boy clapped his hands and commanded the birds to take flight and remember him.
Off they went squawking.
(Sometimes, besides telling a good story, I just want to get the Islamaphobes all riled up.)
Is just jingoism attacking progress.
Making enemies of the press, science, immigrants, refugees, and liberty.
The nationalist version of the dictatorship of the proletariat.
They want to destroy the “administrative state”.
And replace it with what?
A Christian-caucasian-centric plutocrat sponsored media controlled police state.
Already tried that, it was called the Dark Ages.