Losing it!
Where did I put my friggen teeth?
Maybe it's in the cushions of the couch.
What the heck is that?
Licorice!
Now how am I suppose to enjoy that!
Where did I have them last?!
Why am I asking myself that question?!
I'm such a senile hippocrate!
I was biting on some corn on the cob.
Which i threw in the garbage!!
Shit it's Friday!
The garbage went out yesterday!
It's strange,when I lose something,I tend to find something more important.
And I forget what I'm looking for.
Is that old age?!
Or,am I actually getting wiser.
To the fact I'm losing my memory!
Might as well suck on this piece of licorice for a while!
Phone rings.
Hello!
What!
That's amazing how did you know that?!
Is this 675-8796!
What kind of question is that?
Now that guy really got a problem with his memory!
He just dialed my friggin number,and now he can't remember it!
My licorice!!
Where was i last!
Oh yeah,the licorice taste so bad,I threw it in the trash!
I think i feel it!
Wait,what's that next to it
My teeth!!
See i told ya.
Lose something,find something more important!
Now,I can really enjoy that piece of licorice!
get off my lawn
the wisdom gained
is that it all is behind you
you'll never have a choice again
can't won't moments gone past away
self evident factual actual
breaking through conspicuous
sagging thin skin blue veins pulsing
for everyone to see every move you make
your dying body a drag
on your thoughts gravity pulls
downward consistent persistent &
your mood cannot help but follow
A Comedy of Errors
"Darling, you love comforts me like bright sunshine after a--" The scrap of paper said. It was my turn to vacuum the floors on Saturdays and right at the far end of our study table, just before it got sucked by the machine, I stooped and picked up the torn snippet. The scrawly hand wasn't mine and, in that moment, it was as if my life had been sucked by the vacuum cleaner. Who was writing Shakespearean love notes, albeit flawed, to my wife?
When Jen got home, I skipped the pleasantries and all but shoved the scrap of paper in her face.
"Oh, there it is!" She looked bewildered. "Where did you find it, love?"
"Don't love me!"
"I can explain--"
"You'd better get started then!" I stood akimbo, us barely inside the front door.
"It's not what you think."
"Then, tell me!" I demanded again.
"You know how..." She paused to think, "I decided to take up hiking again?"
"Yes, every Saturday. Five p.m."
"You remember, huh? Anyway, I met this guy--"
"What guy?" I was breathing down her face by now.
She backed up against the front door and her shoulders sank. "Well, he's part of a drama group--"
"I don't want to know what he does, ok?"
"No, I mean he asked me to join their troupe, and I did!"
"What has that got to do with this scrap, and why didn't you tell me?"
"I was about to..."
"But isn't Venus and Adonis a love poem, and not a play?"
"Yes, we're adapting several works into a collage drama, dear jealous Iago!"
Then, she punched me in the ribs and hugged me tight.
Portico
I sit beneath the willows
Where shadows come to hide
The night— she welcomes me
Her stars have lost their light
I listen closely to the wind
And think I hear your name
But all I hear are muffled cries
That echo my own the pain
As I enter grief's dark portico
Of all that's left behind
This emptiness— it follows me
Your loss, my heart, entwined
Through the Darkness
"Nothing can dim the light which shines from within." Maya Angelou
Through the rivets of darkness,
The veil of clouds,
Looms a rampant light:
A star, pivotal in its path,
Bright and luminous
Amidst drudgery and murkiness,
Gleaming ribbons
of age old truths,
Unveiling secrets
Hidden in the grave.
Steady as it streams,
Blinding in intensity,
The starry light
Echoes an ardent plea
For equity and compassion
To conquer the heart of man
And save his very soul.
Date With Death
Today you are to die. Please meet me at the corner of Main and Highland at 4 PM. Come alone.
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