Yellow-billed cuckoo’s
ever-slowing pluck
Grandson’s “as-tall-as-me!”
sunflower patch
Flash of hummingbird
brought on a breeze
Twilight’s nightly
dance floor for fireflies
Charcoal’s flames
taste-testing kebabs
Acrobatic orioles
swinging oak’s trapeze
Black raspberries teasing
just beyond reach
A sprinkle of rain
before parching returns
I keep wine in the house
To trap the fruit flies that inhabit my kitchen.
They fly toward their demise,
getting stuck beneath the film covering their baccanalian grave.
I wonder if they enter, thinking they have found heaven
Only to panic when they realize
There is no escape?
They circle the rim of the glass, seeking a gap to fly,
then drop to the liquid death below.
Do they give up and fold tiny wings?
Or do they give in
and decide to
die happy?
He stood on top of the world,
while his stomach was pulling a 360.
Yesterday’s dinner didn’t taste so good,
flying back up where it came from.
“Why do I feel so bad,
while accomplishing something so great?”.
Everything comes with a price.
Nothing in life is free of charge.
When will I live for my time?
When I’m accustomed to giving it away,
or working around others.
Why do I survey the land, even when I have the upper hand?
Too conscious of others or too sensitive to be a bother.
Is it in my jeans or my sign?
Or have I been indoctronized?
To put everyone else before me, in a world that would eat me up.
Jesus, I’ve had enough,
go on and bring me up.
I’m not sure why
So much is expected from me
Be here
do this
don’t you dare miss this
so many obligations
that I didn’t make
or want
or refuse
i run ragged to make others
as happy as I can
it’s never enough
Like a greedy child
they want more
stained hands
they grab
And grab
and demand
I wonder if they know
the weight of the plate I already carry
or do they enjoy
throwing more upon me
Two and a half hours overtime
that gets counted up in six minute
increments. Night shift
begrudgingly lined up, waiting
their turn. Stop the line
and out, the half-hearted rush
to the lockers because we’re so tired.
Change out of the scrape and
sand jeans, my work goggles,
my bump cap, everything has
a place, and hit the door.
The outside heat smacking me
in the face, reminding
that it could be worse as
I head out into a day
already in progress.
Reality robs your soul of purity
my cat knows i wouldn’t pick her up unless i had to
at least one living thing loves me no matter what i do
it wasn’t meant to be
i tried as hard as i could try
eclipse season tried to tell me
the moon and stars never lie
i’ve got a big big shirt to wear so i can feel like i did
when i wore my dad’s clothes as a little kid
nobody cares what i have to say
still i’m waxing poetic all night and all day
i’m a big girl now
i eat tomatoes and onions
but i’m worse at relationships somehow
i trained myself to like the wine
with an ABV of 12.9
i’ve got scabs that
form points on a map
i’ve got a double crown
so my hair grows down
until it meets the cowlick in the front
i always wanted blue eyes but i like them brown
my best friend knows my debit card pin
and she knows my favorite scent
of my favorite brand of incense
i started taking my vitamins
might as well get better waiting for life to end
maybe i am a gatherer
maybe i don’t know what i’m even after
it was only a
question of when and not if
someone flashed new york
*In reference to the portal video link between Dublin and New York having to go offline briefly due to inappropriate actions on the Irish end. Never change Dublin, never change.*
