he means his cat
01 August 2013
he means his cat … right?
She’s fat, and lazy, and eats
and sleeps almost all the time,
scratches everything BUT
her brand new, catnip-enhanced
super deluxe scratching post.
She sheds tons of hair each day,
climbs the curtains after birds,
or any shadow that moves,
stinks no matter what I try,
begs for anything I eat,
wakes me up when she wants fed,
no matter what time it is,
doesn’t like to be picked up,
or held unless she wants it,
although she purrs all the time,
and will cuddle too sometimes.
I guess I can overlook
a few things and still love her.
not everything is a line
31 July 2013
not everything is a line
Why are compliments heard as lines?
Can’t someone say you’re beautiful
without hidden meanings sometimes?
Not everyone is truthful,
but neither does everyone lie.
Maybe you wouldn’t believe me,
because you don’t believe it’s true,
about yourself I mean, but see
if someone else compliments you
they might just mean it honestly.
So, gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes,
I do not mean when men get crude,
but why should I ever disguise
what I like without being rude?
Just once, I’d like to be surprised.
someday
31 July 2013
someday
Maybe I will be back someday,
though we both knew it was a lie
it was just something to say
instead of goodbye.
though we both knew it was a lie,
saying nothing would have hurt more
instead of goodbye
as I walked out the door.
saying nothing would have hurt more
we already cried enough tears,
as I walked out the door —
don’t believe everything you hear.
we already cried enough tears,
it was just something to say
don’t believe everything you hear,
maybe I will be back someday.
as evening falls
31 July 2013
as evening falls
As evening falls, once again
crickets chirp, heard, but unseen
questions which drive men insane
and I wonder what it means.
crickets chirp. heard, but unseen,
In the quiet, chilly air,
and I wonder what it means.
why sometimes I just don’t care.
in the quiet, chilly air,
I have too much time to ask
why sometimes I just don’t care
but some things I cannot grasp.
I have too much time to ask
questions which drive men insane
but some things I cannot grasp
as evening falls once again.
Sonnet 52
31 July 2013
Sonnet 52
A truckload of boxes and smaller stuff,
another for furniture is enough.
Hard to believe I am reduced to this,
but the more I discard, the less I miss.
Most of what I’ve clung to, means nothing now,
which could mean I’ve grown, but I don’t know how.
More likely, I’ve just learned to accept things
as they are, no matter what life might bring.
Sure I grumble, complain, and get depressed,
it’s hard to see any good, I confess.
But somehow I still have that naive faith
which believes there’s more than just Luck or Fate.
Change is never easy, but can be good.
Unfinished tales don’t have to be understood.
unfamiliar
31 July 2013
unfamiliar
I sat down
on a bench for awhile,
in between the things I had to do.
For a moment, I had nothing to do at all,
nowhere to be, and nothing to say.
It felt strange, which just made
me feel sad.
good to be home
31 July 2013
good to be home
Millions of cars and trucks,
rushing here and there,
each with its own vocabulary, its
own inner marching band blaring
from open windows.
A rushing stream, people rushing
here and there, chattering like
breathless auctioneers, to themselves,
to others, or just talking even though
no one is really listening to them.
And the constant barrage of one-sided
conversations we are forced to eavesdrop on,
and music "shared" involuntarily, cell phones
going off, and the entire rainbow of every
possible reaction and response from the
sea of humanity, from sickly sweet to
downright rude and uncalled for.
Maybe I am just getting old, but
I remember mom always said,
"It’s good to be home." after going
anywhere for almost any reason.
I am beginning to understand.
I can be funny
31 July 2013
I can be funny
I used to sleep with
a dictionary under
my pillow, but she could not
breathe, so she left me for a
thesaurus of course.
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