25 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
I, yes, me, want to be best friends with Socrates -
or maybe Plato.
Benjamin Franklin would do in a pinch,
hell, I’d even take Billy the Kid,
just so long,
just so long -
it’s with a guy who feels.
A GUY WHO FEELS.
I want to talk to a guy
who thinks deeply,
one who can cry, share his tears, his dreams, his fears,
I want to be best friends with Socrates.
I, yes, me.
11 Apr 2012 11 Comments
in Drama, Poetry Tags: ache, aching, anxiety, arthritis, bones, chronic pain, fear, hands and feet falling asleep, numb, numbness, pain, panic attack, panic attacks, pins and needles sensation, spine, stabbing pains, tingling sensation
I am numb -
My spine -
tingles and zingles
from top to bottom,
bottom to top,
and back again.
Feet fall asleep,
as do my hands.
Fingers and toes are
pins and needles,
pins and needles.
Mouth and face
feel numb to my
brain, which spits clear fear
into my thoughts.
Heart races, skips beats -
jumps, dips and dives.
Sharp pains on the sides of my hips -
buttocks tight, spasm-filled.
Oh, unrelenting pain!
Yet, this ache, that burn, that sharp stab, and another one
all combine with numb.
I am numb -
Stiff bones crackle, mince and swell.
What is up with stuff?
I don’t get this numb idea!
04 Apr 2012 8 Comments
in Drama, Poetry Tags: accident, afraid of commitment, body shop, car dealerships, cigarette burn, commitment issues, Dodge, Dodge Charger, fear, fear of making mistakes, fickle, Ford, Ford Taurus, fussy, imperfect, life wimps, looking for perfect, making mistakes, men, motor, motors, Subaru, Subaru Legacy, Toyota, Toyota Celica, used car dealerships, used cars, wimps
They were always coming in,
a few dozen
a day -
of course, spending an hour,
more or less,
sniffing with their refined smellers -
at Mitch’s used cars.
looking for a
But they rarely found one.
Sarah, the secretary, knew the reasons
She watched them, noticed their faces,
the horrified looks -
as her fingers deftly filed
with the phone wedged between her shoulder and the side of her
they were too fussy.
yes, that, too -
they were so afraid,
Sports Man in his football
found the smallest of dings
in the paint job of the blue
He scrutinized, pathetically
and then scurried away
Sunday arrived and
a guy, as far as she could tell,
danced and pranced around a silver Toyota Celica
but hours later three,
decided it wasn’t quite good enough for he -
since it had been in a wreck
and served time in the
“place of which they don’t speak” -
the body shop.
But it was a good deal, that car and it ran
The motor purred
like a loyal cat,
steady and strong.
But near forty ran like hell,
what would his friends think
he’d bought a used Toyota Celica that had,
been in an accident?
On Monday, the dealership was
closed. Mitch’s day off, to care for
his aging parents.
Sarah was always glad for Mondays,
as they were a break from fighting the urge
to chuck staplers
at Life Wimps.
Tuesday came ’round the corner too soon.
As she was sending a fax, she eyed
if you could call him
(what with the slacks, sweater and socks
that matched perfectly in muted tones -
topped by a bright orange baseball cap that went with nothing),
turn up his nose -
crinkle his eyes -
and jerk back his head,
at the maroon-colored Charger
that bore a scratch, about two inches
on the hood.
Sad, she shook her head.
Always looking for perfect -
but they never,
ever found it.
except for the man who came in,
narrowing his eyes as he analyzed
a white Subaru Legacy.
His knitted brow
told the story she already knew
would be told.
car not sold.
She knew, oh, yes, she knew
in the pit of her Wise Mind gut
that no arrogant man can soon be parted
from his cash
when there is a cigarette
burn on the driver’s side
The discriminating dude
that stupidly entered
Mitch’s Used Car Dealership -
on Thursday, apparently found nothing to his
liking. She smirked as he did a once-around
and swiveled out the door quickly
on his Life Wimp heels.
Friday, Sarah always welcomed
that day, as she was allowed to leave early.
She had only to put up with the Life Wimps for half
before she could get in her used, but lovely -
gold Saturn wagon and drive slowly home,
relishing the thought of spending time with her
husband. A man she
28 Mar 2012 4 Comments
Once was a woman, nuts all the time,
Burped words into verses, rhythm, and rhyme,
Bitchin’ in her kitchen
She was laughin’ and twitchin’
And, thought – cool, this madness is rather sublime.
21 Mar 2012 10 Comments
in Drama, Graphic, Poetry Tags: anger, angst, cheating, control, controlled by emotions, drama, emotional pain, erotic, erotica, faithful, feeling guilty, feeling troubled, forbid, forbidden, forbidden fruit, guilt, guilty, guilty pleasure, horror, intense emotions, monogamy, morals, pain, purge, purging, reason, regret, restless, restlessness, self-control, self-harm, self-indulgence, sex, sin, soul, suffering, temptation, temptation to cheat, tempted to cheat, troubled, troubling thoughts, wrongdoing
you’ve got me!
I am your puppet
So, I’m waiting,
direct my hands.
What will you have me do with them?
With my right shall I gouge my eyeballs,
leaving sockets in their wake?
No more pretty sailboats for me to see -
only the blackness of an ocean gone all wrong.
left to crash and recede,
crash and recede,
crash and recede.
Against the shivering shores
of perpetual pain.
And with my left, will you have me
through my heart?
Very well then.
I will plunge it deep and swiftly,
purging my soul of all my dastardly deeds,
of all my criminal thoughts,
and, yes, my numerous invalid complaints.
Or, will you have me cup in my hands
An orange -
perfect and round and inviting?
But, beneath the bumpy peel of maddening desire
lies a pith of morals and reason.
Guilt. Regret. Angst.
They flash through my mind.
Still, I don’t want to abide.
want to undulate.
And maybe later, I will get wavy
with my gravy.
Bah, as if I have a say!
No, I live to please you, Drama,
oh, Drama, my queen.
And the contents of the next episode
“Devotion Meets Disaster”
are up to you to create.
Thoughts of sweet juices tangle my mind;
tingle my tongue.
of loving, of touching, of licking
torment my imagination.
Yo – Drama,
what’s it gonna be?
Tonight, in my naked skin,
restless and troubled,
breathing hard underneath silk sheets in mint green,
will I pay for sin,
or commit it?