Monday, March 28, 2022
inexplicable
Saturday, January 05, 2019
Too Late Smart
-That Pa Dutch proverb says it ALL.
Too soon old, too late schmart!
-If ever.
-Amen.
-Let me revise that to never. Just when
you got it figured out how to hit the last
bizarre curveball, Mother Nature hits
YOU with one totally unspeakable!
-Sends me to my knees?
-You who are too proud to be beg turn
into the world’s meechiest, lowest,
prideless…
-Stop! Lower than whaleshit?
-Whaleshit is Mt Everest to you!
-So? What’s left?
-Can’t hear you. Can no longer
hear...Labels: defeat, Fate, friends, God, gods, hubris, inevitability, Nature
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Returning
They meet after a long while,
returning gifts to Home Depot.
Later, their serving Elf had lost
a couple of steps at Santa's
Coffeehouse, so she remarks
"We were such Idiots!"
"Age appropriate."
"I don't think I like that.
It implies I'm never really
calling the shots."
"You dance. We danced."
"I'd like to try The Lindy."
"Just need a partner."
"Not really."
Labels: breakup, dancing, Fate, regret, relationship, retrospective
Friday, June 09, 2017
The Weekend
-Her monosyllables pollute
my poor brain still.
-Never embark on a long
weekend with a stranger.
-We left in icy rain.
-That's just climate. How
about the rest?
-I worked even harder on
conversation. A flop. Sex came
after, anyway.
-Glimmer of hope?
-Puppetry.
-Wash it away. All of it.
Never happened!
-Nearly there, but the gods
totally bored, so she's come
to work in my department.
-Not good! Do you two speak
of your wingless lovebird time?
-Just to guffaw.
-Don't try again!
-Inevitable.
-As in failure?
-Wouldn't want to disappoint
myself.
-Life! Grim grim life!
-You can be my biographer.
-I'll tell you what! I gather
two more alleged men, and we
go to a ballgame.
-But all we do is laugh.
-Yeah!
Labels: doomed relationship[, Fate, friends, friendship, long weekend, sex
Friday, December 23, 2016
Actuarial Fate
-With what I can plug in now,
I can tell you the age you'll
die.
-And if I press you, day and time?'
-I sense sarcasm, but...I could
come close, no matter what.
-Well, plug nothing in because
I don't wanna know!
-But if you knew, you could...
-Straighten some things out?
Like, with Steph?
-The amazing Stephanie!
-Amazed me right outa my mind!
-You could soothe both minds
-To an extent. We’d eventually fight
as to how to reconcile.
-So, it won't be perfect? It's
better than the present standoff.
Which, by the way...
-Morphs over the months to an
unhealthy growth?
-Uh huh? Why don't you pretend
you have a year or so left, and then
the pair of you do what you can?
-I'm the one acutely feeling the
disadvantage. What's her actuarial picture?
-If I had to guess, I'd...well, much better.
-Do I get points, like in football.
-At least a touchdown and extra point.
-The latter is her speciality. Anyway,
a strong betting favorite is she!
-A piece of work! But so are you.
-Making it all the more difficult.
Besides...the best things fall outa
the sky. I should be patient. Trust
to Luck!--Steph and I should.
-Not according to my figures and your
health, physical and mental.
-I'm a case! I don't wanna be a case!
-We have some small choices, but I wouldn't
wish to run the figures.
Labels: actuary, betting, die, Fate, football, football odds, relationship, running the figures
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
Working At the Sawmill
Carly, Accountant and owner’s wife,
always passed your check with some
remark.
With me, always the same. “Some overtime
in there. Maybe you can start on your
falling-down shed I pass each morning?”
Getting the materials! I promised.
Actually the shed was used for the Saturday
Get-Together featuring The Banjo Maniacs
with Delsey-Do!
She carried a keyboard and sang.
Mix in some moonshine and marijuana and
harder!
This whole part of the county looked forward
to it.
Well, it did eventually fall down. No surprise.
And firemen dug us out.
Mostly scrapes and bruises, but I, your funny MC, missed a month at the sawmill.
Carly sent a card, original name scratched out.
Labels: drugs, Fate, sawmill, Southern, Southern worker
Monday, April 21, 2014
Identical Fates
Music &...
Her mom o’d
& so she was-
n’t about to!
Except...they
get talking with-
in 1 haunting
episode...
&. &. &.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Flirtation
Incident
Brawnette, on an errand to Shipping, flirted with Mackey
and Hork. So pretty, even in a loose white coat.
They later speculated on who she liked better.
Each man believing it was he.
Then, alone, at a locker, rejecting the idea, shaking at
its nerve.
Outside, the winter light purpling.
The department had buzzed; the plant beginning to follow.
Laughing hints at widespread lockers.
Both men killed in separate traffic accidents late that icy evening.
From thence, Dr Dellacondif, lab boss, assumed an even
crisper propriety.
Labels: Fatal Woman, Fate, femme fatale, flirt, work
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Bubbles and Martyrs
Stages of Piquant
Jen was piquant when they married.
But his last daydream image of her showed
a crown of thorns.
Before the stone fell from the Oxley Building.
She keeps the Channel Six report on her iPad.
Yellow tape and numerous officers.
In Dr Kildad Morrisey's course The New You!
she’s becoming piquant again.
Grayer.
Labels: accident, Fate, martyrdom, self improvement
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Problem, Outcome, Analysis
Her
“I give most of my exes second chances.
They, uniformly, turn out even more bitter.
Perhaps it’s something in me.”
Labels: ex, Fate, personality, relationships, second chance
Monday, May 27, 2013
"You! Of all...!"
So, she had it on him.
He toils; she snacks more than works.
In a year, he walks with the big guy.
She is let go. Part of a big purge.
She could still talk, but not so close.
The new girl minds her own stuff. That's all
there is to that. She won’t chub up.
The old one steps in front of a bus on her
way to her new job.
"Fate?" his deep side asks.
"Why not fat?" his joke one quips.
So, she had it on him.
He toils; she snacks more than works.
In a year, he walks with the big guy.
She is let go. Part of a big purge.
She could still talk, but not so close.
The new girl minds her own stuff. That's all
there is to that. She won’t chub up.
The old one steps in front of a bus on her
way to her new job.
"Fate?" his deep side asks.
"Why not fat?" his joke one quips.
Labels: blackmail, fat, Fate, revenge, work
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Directions
All the docs&meds&exercise&herbs&
minerals&positive-thoughts. My o
amenable you! But a Black Swan glides
anyway. Ordinarily, comes&you go. Though,
hold it in the corner of your favored eye
& tell yourself a story. Of Faith
or its opposite. You pick. Make it
genuine for once. Laugh or grow
querulous. Stutter. Whatever. Keep go-
ing: your own Thousand Nights&this next.
Maybe Swan will so very slowly slide
across your chock-a-block vision
to another part of the lake.
Awaited there for elegance.
Labels: Black Swan, doctor, faith, Fate, Health, herbs, luck, meds, potion
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Latest Human Suffering
you see and hear
after Haiti Quake.
Answer appeal
for money.
Charity as sum.
And totem,
shaking a gourd.
Not for absolution,
but delay, since, by
the lyric of Mose Alison,
Your Time Will Come.
Labels: Charity, Fate, Haiti, Hope
