Saturday, October 06, 2018
Traveling In the Interior
-Left wife to find myself
-Where go?
-India
-That's the place all right.
-After year, and at festival where they
throw colored powder at each other,
I had my Profoundest Revelation!
-Wow! Namely?
-That I was full of shit!
-And Indians?
-Moreso. With colored powder!
-So you came home?
-To unromantic Podunk.
-and wife?
-Had left with dimmer-dimmest wit
she could find!
-He wasn’t full of shit?
-That’s graduate school for him! Well what can I say? She wanted a primitive.
-He’d go apeshit in colored powder!
-At any rate, would be without her
presently.
-Lost his macho thrust, did he?
-Probably not, but you...like to talk
about things sometimes.
-Like with you?
-We’ll be trying. Again.
At last! A romantic note!
-Not a chance!
-Oh? And every chance?
-All at once! Everything’s always
all at once!
-Shame. Hafta find yourself on your
own dime.Labels: deception, finding yourself, friends, self-deception, sex
Thursday, February 08, 2018
Dealing
“WELL IT’S HARDLY THE SAME THING!’
Lately, Ginger, Mark, and Zazzy insisted on nuance loudly.
No more cornered whispers fighting for the softer shades of culture.
Well, it WAS and IS the same thing!
In his love for them, he’d never challenge.
Thus, there they stay emotionally.
Comfort Zone it’s put.
And put.
A treaty.
We’re all saved by similar, no?
Labels: deception, friends, lie
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Serving Each Other On Appletree Lane
Delilah Stebbins loved hearing her
morning bird sing.
Distant, but lovely.
She listened to birds on the net,
but never could identify the species.
“You always wanna find out too much!”
remarked her mother.
Since his accident on the railroad,
Bill Hye couldn’t sleep but a few hours.
His "hobby" consisted of a 6 AM rub of
a wet cork on a glass.
Labels: bird songs, deception, imitation, insomnia, lonely, neighbors, sleep
