I am happy. I am almost always happy. Not because I am one of those people who are happy for all the wrong reasons, I. E. 'love', the world being a place full of flowers and grinning morons; but because I currently have a full belly, a warm blanket, sweet tunes flipping through the air like over-excited dolphins and a crisp paycheck grinning at me from behind the eyes of my debt card. Nobody is fighting near me, my cat is contented like me, his soft black belly bulging between his splayed paws, my laundry is done and I smell like Downy. Look, the world is still the same, I'll never change it by myself. But that will not keep me from being happy over those things that just seem to slid over one another like hot butter over toast.
On another note, I've written a lot this weekend. Just couldn't stop. Woke from my stupor at twelve midnight, ate some Coco Puffs and went to bed. Now, who better to give my over-flow to than my sweet dears on the Internet. I do love you all. All I want for Christmas is you. And yes, I will call is Christmas, gall-darn-it. I will also continue to say 'God bless you' when someone sneezes because I am Free, I do what I want, Gall-dash-it-all!
Farewell to Various Things
Dearest Long John
along the banks
of the sweet-flow river.
Drink to me, baby
as my hips swing away
in that infinity motion
the one that carried
the children of the ages
the hooks of men's hands.
No more your hooks,
see what I did there?
Good, I always knew
you had the cleverness
I always seem to swoon about.
Maybe it was just that
you had little else
no matter, Little Leo
I needed little else
Don't you worry
I was the love-lorn one
Remember?
You'll be just fine.
This One Needs a Heart
It's late
even the man
inside the moon
has gone to slumber
in his reflective cage.
It's me up again
Pacing my dark cage
I've spent the night
asking the wizard for a heart.
Maybe not all at once
perhaps aorta by aorta
with a ventricle winding
it's way around the mess
like a wind-riddled weed.
Just as long as it's there
when I need it
when you're here.
Sweetie
There you go
riding away
on the two-tongued sea
where the dolphins
flip-flop and glisten
the right side
of a sun-stroked coin
Tell me what
you're running away from
can't be those flying fishes
that follow behind you
quick as night stars,
It can't be that eel
He's got an electric personality
be he's never done you a wrong
It can't be me
I've loved you all this time
What? It is me? Really?
Oh, Okay. It's cool. I understand.
I'll just be..going...now...
Bye then.
Pay Me Some Heed
Pineapple pie
upside-down
or down-side up
They'll call it a cake
But trust me, it's not
Lying is undeniably
their fine forte
I would know better than some
but no better than many
that's just how
this round stone rolls..
Sirens
Sing-song sirens
of an un-mild wild nature
Half-way between
beautiful and bird-like
But that's usually how sisters are
Noise-makers
with a song half iron
half florally arranged
With a nice sharp edge
that seems to end
forever on 'snicker-snack'
You should be wary of that one
that bobby-pin turn-about
might just knock you
right off your high horse
and into these winged-maidens
these seductresses of the earth
these the forerunners of death
un-mild wild
Sing-song sisters three.
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