Root Beer

Published May 22, 2018 in Yvonne - 0 Comments

Root Beer

About midnight.

Street lights lit up everything

that the moon missed.

One thing the moon didn’t miss was Yvonne.

My sweetest one.

She cooks a mad file gumbo.

With the sassafras sass

that she got.

She’s divinely inspired.

No question, there is a God

when you see her.

“The ugly part is gone,

now I just have the fun part.”

Yvonne said, about nothing in particular.

Are You Sure?

Published May 17, 2018 in Ralph , Ruth - 0 Comments

Are You Sure 2Asked Ruth.
“As sure as eggs is eggs.”
Said Ralph.

“Edgar Cayce said
there is so much good in the worst of us
and so much bad in the best of us.”
“That what? We’re all serial killers?”
“Why would you say that?”
“It just sounds so ominous. Like an ominous riddle.”
“You could also say…
…there’s so much liverwurst in the best of us.”

“Ha!…now I’m hungry.”

“Eat.”

Ruth rolled her eyes.

“I get paid on Thursday. There’s still some bread, have it with butter.”

“No, you have it for breakfast.”

Clothes Horse

Published May 15, 2018 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments

CLothes Horse

“I think I’m depressed.” Jack said.

“We’re all depressed,” said Ruth, “Man up.”

“Which tie should I wear?”

“The one with the sperm design.”

“Ha ha. It’s Art Deco.”

“It’s not.”

“It is. It’s vintage, this tie was

actually worn in the nineteen forties.”

“It was not, silk doesn’t last that long.”

“It’s not silk. It’s Belgian polyester.”

“That’s not a real thing, you’re such a liar.”

“From Belgium, post war polyester.

They make outfits for sex dolls out of it now.”

“They do not. Art Deco?”

“Are you sure you don’t mean Art Dildo?”

Perfect Weather

Published May 5, 2018 in Max - 0 Comments

Perfect Weather

It was.

Not too hot during the day,

and still cool at night time.

Which is the right time,

for those of you keeping track.

Max found the note in a tupperware container

that the neighbor had left out for the feral cats.

Who wrote it?

It was crumpled like it had been thrown out.

It looked like her handwriting, he thought.

Then he realized how silly that was.

If that was her intention,

she wouldn’t leave it on a crumpled piece of newsprint.

Would she?

Hammer Anvil Tongs

Published April 26, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , Portraits - 0 Comments

Hammer Anvil Tongs

It’s a kaleidoscope hand, talented but flawed.

Belonging to he that was cast out

for being ugly.

Capable of making beautiful things,

in the fires of the forge.

Hated his parents for abandoning him.

On mother’s celebration day,

he gifted her a throne that he had made with this hand.

It was a trap that imprisoned her.

The price of her freedom?

Give him the most beautiful of goddesses as a bride.

He got his wish, but she would honor him.

Cheated on him with the handsome god of war.

Another indignity. Still, they were a family.

Four daughters in all:

One was a goddess of good reputation and glory.

Another a goddess of plenty and prosperous.

A third, a goddess of eloquence.

The youngest, a goddess of friendliness.

All beautiful like their mother.

He loved them, like any artist loves his children.

Turning the Tide

Published April 24, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Turning the Tide

Flowers from the garden.

Really, just making the most

of going to seed.

The arugula flowers don’t taste bad either.

The black sage flowers he cut

to make a rub.

And the roses…they’re roses, bred to be picked.

Nasty thorns this time out.

Like shark teeth.

Mikio ground the dried sage leaves with sea salt.

Added some dried rosemary which had a few blue flowers of its own.

Winner, winner chicken dinner.

Got a cat (two actually), got a room (for the cats)

and he’s now 20 pounds thinner (mostly from not eating).

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.