If you haven’t had Ski
you don’t know
how just thinking about it
gives you a headache
You see it in the supermarket
out of town
and buy it on impulse
questioning your own motives
Apparently it cooks down
a lot faster than Coke
makes your unsuspecting barbecue chicken
smell like tire rubber
the bottom of the pot a tar pit
But it still tastes like home
She and He are fighting in the apartment that
He shares with She because
He kept a secret from She that
He feels guilty about but
He won’t apologize for so
He threatens to leave
She ends up apologizing to
He and I hate She for that
She doesn’t need He and
She needs to wake up to the fact that
He is a jerk!
He is completely aware of the need within
She that keeps She chained to He but
He doesn’t really want
She. I’m not really sure if She wants
He either but it’s obvious that neither
She or He wants to be alone.
i grow taller everyday.
i’ve gone too big for my britches,
too lengthy for this desk
bust my arms out through the windows
and stand up with the building around my hips.
grind eggshells and salt to bless this house i wear,
evict the spirits i used to be smaller than,
there’s no going back now.
The first night we sleep together
In your new Zeno hammock I dream
We’re suspended between walnut trees
On each side of the creek bank,
The hammock’s fancy fly allows
Us to stay dry in a fierce downpour,
My dream stretches out like Einstein’s
Space and I can feel the anchors of the trees
Begin to slip from the rooted earth. We hear
Vague crashings and Spanish voices
Calling out, we pull back the flap to see
A raft-full of huddled mass rising up on a wave
As tall as the trees, the roar breaks over us:
It’s half as close and half again and half again
An infinity of haves and have-nots
Pure as the puzzle of life as we’re swept
Toward the Sea of Refugee
The sommelier caressed
his crystal glass,
seducing the luscious
wine to dance for him.
He sipped, then smiled,
his conquest complete.
Wrirer’s Block
Your pen sets on the page]
ready to reveal your inner wondering
but the ink won’t flow
words are labored and forced.
You know but cannot speak,
you wait
and wait
for your pierced soul
to bleed…
for your searching spirit to call out
“I am here… I am here…
write of me…”
Hours and days
rise before you
almost laugh at you
still you are silent…
Then, finally,
you step aside and
realize
the page is filled.
And you wonder
more about where they came from
than how.
Tony Sexton
Before you utter the phrase
love conquers all
please
know
Simple Choices Triumph!
decisions of resources
a rent-free
place to live
for all eternity
scores a marriage certificate
How I wish that I could buy
A pair of pants online
Such work it would save me
And think of all the time
Why I could write a novel
Plant flowers till I drop
Write letters to my friends
Then go and kitchen mop
But I can’t order pants online
They don’t ever fit
The waistlines made for Barbie
And the zipper never zips
The legs would fit an elephant
With an extra one to spare
So, I’ll put off buying pants
And ‘just won’t go no where’
Hyped on two beakfuls of Kona coffee,
Matilda the chicken jumped into the
driver’s side of the grey beetle
not long after Slim Shady
(the peacock of the property)
inspected the screen tent full of
kitchen campground storage.
We read about raccoon medicine,
grateful he only took one fudge brownie
and a few marshmallows for a future campfire, and
grinned about the undercover visit.
Another good setup for Erik
when he discovered a missing block
of the dark chocolate with blackberry and acai.
His ringtailed impression:
“I *do* believe this is chocolate.”
