Monday, October 30, 2017
Bernice Made Lists
On her cellphone and
in her personal cloud.
All kinds, but her favorite
was of snide remarks directed
at her.
These never came from plumbers
calling Allied Supply, who
loved her sweet voice on the
phone.
But usually friends, so-called.
Under “My Best Makeup,” she
challenged Jen, who laughed.
“Don't be silly. I meant nothing!”
Of late, whole nations listed.
“I should warn Pakistan, who isn't
as organized as you.”
Labels: hurt, injury, lists, organization, oversensitive, paranoid, personal
Sunday, June 11, 2017
-Left off the desirable list!
-Something you did? Or, knowing
you, said?
-The latter I would guess.
-You do say some dreadful,
dreadful things!
-I think it's because I feel that I
don't have much time left.
-So little time, so much
vituperation?
-Something like that.
-Well, you should do just
the opposite!
-Sunshiny?
-Ja wohl!
-No way! Those people get
shit on with great regularity.
-To a degree.
-Always! Sans balls!
-It's piping then?
-Everything!
-Well, yours is Rube Goldberg!
-Rube! Don't go! I love you!
-Twisted!
-That way you keep meeting
yourself.
Labels: ego, hurt, left off, list, manners, personality, Rube Goldberg, taking offense, twisted, uniqueness
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Witnessing Sport
Mark wedged the bitterness
of his favorite team losing
into Reggie. It felt wonderful!
But later, not so much. Thus he
apologized. Half a heart being
better than none.
But didn't she embrace her wound!
Water Works on disparate occasions,
faint once in a stupid line to a "historical"
chick-flick. Women make it stink!
Tides of Llamamour! Holy Christ!
Okay, the team is winning presently,
his love for her almost surpassing it.
And she forgets to be hurt. Cute in
an oversized jersey.
Labels: chick-flick, football, hurt, relationship, scapegoat, Sports, women
Saturday, December 06, 2014
Limp Meeting
(Try Another Room for Romance)
-Excuse me, but we’ve both waited an hour or so.
Our dates aren’t showing.
-Just another one of these lousy, rotten...!
-Me too. Distressing. Let’s get coffee.
-With you? A stranger?
-Not so! I’m on Facebook.
-Does anybody like you?
-Three. All in Iceland.
-Excuse ME, now. But the light suddenly got better: you’re hardly a bargain.
-It’s tuned to the warmth of bodies.
-Is this a mortuary establishment or a bookstore?
-Anyway...you should talk!
-Me, I know. I was appraising you.
-Well, don’t! Enough hurt tonight, thank you.
-No hurt! Facts for both of us. So what? The Handsomes rule us out! Who needs ‘em?
-Let’s not have coffee in the store. Bookish types stare, and categorize in ice.
-Then where?
-Lou and Letty’s All Nighter across the rain-soaked street. Their neon shimmering!
-Any good?
-Fine for our purpose.
-Who pays?
-Dutch. From here to infinity.
-Let’s not go there.
-To Lou and Let...?
-You know what I mean.
Labels: blind date, bookstore, hurt, stood up
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Important Parties
He still hated her.
But there she was at the party for Mickey and
Melora going to Europe for his job.
Laughing! Well he had seen her cry many a time.
The more she enjoyed, the more he withdrew.
Finally sitting in the middle of several chairs,
nursing the bottle he had brought. Perhaps not
the exact one...had grabbed it from a table.
He's eventually shoved to the wall with the chairs,
and rugs thrown over the jumble. For the kids and
their dancing.
Muttering under there, and then crying. One youngster
shouts “Lighten up, Old Man!”
Their comedian.
He falls asleep, but wakes to hear her leaving.
Even over all the din, her usual hysteria.
Emerges in the middle of crazy dancing.
But Becks rescues blinking him. "Where you been?
We got a helluva football pool going! Throwing in
twenty each, so one sweet payoff!"
"I'm in!"
“Money talks!”
Gives him the twenty. “I got the munchies you wouldn’t believe!”
“Eat for Crisakes! Enough for an army!”
Laurette loads her plate too. Did she see Delsey leave?
“Yeah, with some bum. Exquisite taste!...oh I’m sorry:
you were one.”
“Ancient History!”
Labels: behavior, hate, hurt, neighborhood, party, relationship, time
