Tag Archives: musing
I Hear the Sirens
The ambulance rushes by To someone else’s emergency The sirens of urgency bring My troubles into context The troubles in my mind Some real, some imaginary Will the sirens come to me when My troubles spring to life Who will … Continue reading
Musings on a Wooden Breakfast
No food in the house today. I stare at the wooden furniture Biscuit sitting on the desk. It doesn’t look all that inviting But it looks better all the time. Don’t worry. I won’t eat it. It’s not that big … Continue reading
Musings on Licks
No honey, don’t lick the epoxy. I know it’s sticky. I know it smells sweet. Would be the last treat For you and me. I know, you would lick it for me. I know, you would. Please honey, don’t lick … Continue reading
My Brain Needs a Massage
Pressure points on my neck My neck is very tight Pressure points on my back My back is very tight Stretch the shoulder Prod the quad You’re a wreck Could take all night The muscles groan Then give in I … Continue reading
Musing on Someone Else’s Feet
Clumped at the bottom of the rusty Sieve, next to the unwashed cleaver, deprived of life affirming Collagen, the declawed chicken feet Linger limply on, the last of their Pungent poultry odor clinging closely by. Reminiscences of chicken soup for … Continue reading
Musing on Gloves and Gardening
Bruises, calluses and slivers live next to Cuts, scrapes and blisters. My hands my Only hands have become a gated Community of environmental abuses Heaped on my hands, my only hands. Branches, cheap plywood and aged shovels Release their frustration … Continue reading
Musing about Vines doing what Vines will Do
It Creeps, Slowly These old vines are beautifully Annoying as they creepy Creep across the yard from the Fence where they attempt to clingy Cling to the house. The price they Demand for the privacy they Provide to me is … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 