famous last words
09 August 2013
famous last words
eighteen years,
too long to some, not long enough
for others. Ten page letters,
in the beginning, sometimes more,
we never seemed to have enough
time to say all we wished to say.
As days and months became years,
our words changed.
I don’t blame you, any more than I
accept the blame entirely. Things
just changed. We changed.
Words of future, so inexhaustible
in the beginning, became
words of the moment, sometimes
nothing more than what had to be said.
But, of all we ever wrote or spoke,
your famous last words are the ones
which still echo the loudest,
the longest in my memory:
"I love you, but I just can’t live with you."
And now …
there are nothing but words.
(written for Kellie Elmore’s FWF )
my Bathsheba
09 August 2013
my Bathsheba
oh she’s such a pretty one, a pretty one,
what you doing up on that roof
Bathsheba
Don’t you know I am the king, I am the king
I can have almost anything Bathsheba
I know what I like when I see it,
send hubby off to fight, I’ll decree it
soon you will be mine,
mine mine mine i yi woo
my my my my Bathsheba
take another bath for me, a bath for me
show me what I want to see, Bathsheba
you will be my only love, my only love
and we’ll have lots of sons Bathsheba
I know what I like when I see it,
I think you had it planned, I believe it
but now that you are mine,
mine mine mine i yi woo
my my my my Bathsheba
move it
09 August 2013
Move It
(with a nod to MJ and Weird Al and a special mention for Aurora Morealist for the inspiration, who is moving it, but definitely doesn’t need to for any of the reasons mentioned below)
you aren’t the biggest loser,
but you’re getting close,
you can’t tie your sneakers
and you need new clothes
you couldn’t bend over
to touch your toes,
you better move it
just move it.
you used to do yoga
like a pretzel, man
why you let yourself go
I just don’t understand
don’t you think it’s time
you came up with a plan
to move it,
just move it?
Move it, move it,
get up off the couch and do it
you don’t have to be a triathlete
just move your arms,
just move your feet,
just move it,
just move it.
Just a little stretch
we can start off slow,
not everyone can be
like Iron Man you know,
but you’ll be surprised
how good you will feel,
I wanna see you sweat,
and I wanna hear you squeal
so move it,
just move it.
I’m thinking you need somebody
to kick your ass
it won’t be hard to find
since it’s so damn fat
you think you had it tough
in Marine boot camp
you better move it.
Just Move it.
second letter serenade
09 August 2013
second letter serenade
falling, ever so gently, out of the
above, raindrops sing like hammered dulcimer
scraping half-haunted melodies from the inside out.
Eddies of sighs, envious eyes, and supplicating
petitions devour only the obvious, never the subtle.
If illusory, why preach the Gospel of choice
again to an unrepentant soul? “Kill ’em all,”
shouts the zealout, appearing spiritual, but who
rides for his own glory, nothing else. You and
I, Judge and Jury, quid pro quo with wicked smiles,
skeins of truth unraveling in tangled potentialities.
Almost pot holders, scarves, or blankets constantly
ameliorated, one stitch at a time.
A nervous tick mars a foolproof disguise, thieves
honor only their own, where trust is too great a commodity.
Appearances become more prized than substance,
squelching even one’s deepest desire for revelation.
Irrelevant masquerades, cleverness at charades, we dance
assuaged of guilt by mindless conformity.
Attitude, audaciousness proves legal tender,
surreptitiously we barter selling our souls and
everything we possess, whenever we feel that
twinge of somehow not keeping up with …
Except we never learn, well most of us anyway,
dying a little more each passing moment. despite
azure skies, children’s laughter, and other forgotten joys.
myopic
09 August 2013
myopic
moth flutters
against my window,
seeking
light,
while I sit
looking out into
darkness.
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