International Corgi Day
Follow me unto
the culture and court
of the Corgi.
If you’re in a bad
mood, they
will pester you into play
until they notice
your smile.
June the 4th
be with you.
Follow me unto
the culture and court
of the Corgi.
If you’re in a bad
mood, they
will pester you into play
until they notice
your smile.
June the 4th
be with you.
so
imagine a world where
we’re walking around
in a place all our own
a space we carved out in this wilderness
just for us
and
because our bodies are in such high demand
we are captured by force
in nets in cages in snares in traps
sometimes we are used as bait to catch the others
and
we are thrown into darkness
to be taken ever so far from home
on ships mixed with some we know
some we do not
but all we have to hold on to is each other
and
some of us will not survive
some of us will be thrown overboard
some of us will jump overboard
some of us will fight back
those of us that remain will be bound
and
in this new place
after being weighed measured and inspected
we are separated and scattered
to meet uncertain fates
the cycle continues for hundreds of years
creating generational wealth for the captors
while the descendants of the captured
continue to press on
so
imagine a world like that
I’ve been watching rain fall
In front of a High pressure sodium streetlight
Across this dead end street
For 20 some odd minutes
This municipal monstrosity
Orange day glows the moment
I could pop the plate on the pole
And pull the fuse and darkness would follow
I could
Somebody down Price Road just set off
A 500 roll of Black Cats
On a Tuesday in June
It’s either trailer park or trap that way
Whichever it is
It’s cheaper than the bullets
That usually pop the quiet of night
Moments like this should be crumbled
And rolled in hemp leaves
Licked and sealed
And set ablaze with a fire of some sort
That somebody sets
Then passed to the left
Anyway
The rain stopped
I sit here with butterflies in my stomach
My heart like a thoroughbred
My mind craving to be loved again
But here she comes
From the depths of my bones
The younger me pleading to run
Speaking venom and spitting fire
“He doesn’t mean it”
“It won’t last”
“He’ll just use you”
“It’s not worth it”
She gave up a long time ago
Made a home in my lonely soul
Tore my memories to weave for warmth
Swore never to express her love again
Stored it in a box under her bed
Poured the pain into a bottle of gin
And chased it with adrenaline
I can’t blame her really
She has her reasons
But I wonder when she’ll settle down
Let go of her doubts
If she’ll ever open the window
To watch the butterflies again
i stopped by death’s door:
love the small joys,
there is never really the grandeur
we imagine as boys
i went to the cradle:
even heartache contains glorious bits,
suffering is never really that fatal,
love comes and goes, but you’ll always have it
one day, i’ll be neither in a cradle
nor waiting to cross through that door,
but the witch who brought you back to me was not evil;
i have this moment of anticipation for you, nothing more
Unlike her, you welcomed me.
You didn’t tell your sons to flee.
Flee what? I still wonder.
She was dedicated to me going under.
Under is where they dragged him
And where his dreams became dim.
Dim the one true friendship he had.
At least when you saw me, you were glad.
Glad that I wasn’t fake,
And expressed all my heartbreak.
The humidity lay thick outside
Rain rolling in over the hills
Heavy, like the week has worn us
Already
In the middle of a Tuesday
Late, spring evening
On a worn couch
With too many bills
Left to pay…but,
All of the kids
Are all alright
Rain has moved in
Soft on the porch roof
With the warmth of you
Near and dear at the foot
We’ll save the worry
For another day
Right now is all we need
Slip into a peaceful slumber
Cause “it doesn’t matter we’re rich!”
perhaps you haven’t noticed
to poor writing surely due
we should think
why
we believe what we do
so I play a little secret game
I now share with you
step 1 belief right or wrong
step 2 observe
step 3 think
step 1 believe still no maybe sometimes etc and repeat
after many cycles, here’s one
beliefs that don’t hurt people
are better than those that do
also too many
skip steps 3 and 2
