The kids' bubble bath bottle
On the side of the tub
Says "grape soda bubble bath,"
And in French underneath says,
"Soda aux raisins pour enfants."
Soda of the raisins for children?
And there's a yellow rubber ducky,
with a grape on his head,
which kinda looks like a beret.
He's sipping on an alledged soda bottle,
Which kinda looks like wine.
I AM sipping on wine,
And finding him amusing.
Cheers, Ducky, cheers!
Parlez-vous English?
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
small stone 1/29/12 (cause your girl is on a roll...rock and roll)
It's 5 a.m.,
And I need something from the car.
It's so dark and clear and cold.
No one else is around
(They are all sleeping
On this Sunday morning.)
It would be the perfect time
For aliens to abduct me.
I stare at the skies
And imagine the local gossip
That would be my obituary:
She just disappeared!
She may have left her man,
But she never would've left those kids.
Creative types are flakey
And tend to wander off.
There's that one guy!
That drug addict!
He walks up and down the roads.
Maybe he got her?
Maybe she was abducted by aliens?
Maybe she ran off with Elvis?
Maybe it was the rapture?
Eh...no...she would not make the rapture!
The stars are just so pretty, I think.
And that is what I'd want them to know,
If I disappeared into forever this morning:
The stars were just so pretty today,
But you didn't realize it because you were sleeping.
And I need something from the car.
It's so dark and clear and cold.
No one else is around
(They are all sleeping
On this Sunday morning.)
It would be the perfect time
For aliens to abduct me.
I stare at the skies
And imagine the local gossip
That would be my obituary:
She just disappeared!
She may have left her man,
But she never would've left those kids.
Creative types are flakey
And tend to wander off.
There's that one guy!
That drug addict!
He walks up and down the roads.
Maybe he got her?
Maybe she was abducted by aliens?
Maybe she ran off with Elvis?
Maybe it was the rapture?
Eh...no...she would not make the rapture!
The stars are just so pretty, I think.
And that is what I'd want them to know,
If I disappeared into forever this morning:
The stars were just so pretty today,
But you didn't realize it because you were sleeping.
Go! Go! Goooo buy a motorcycle!
I race in my little car
Up a one-lane country road.
The saplings hang over
And wave their arms to cheer me on.
They throw dried-leaf confetti.
The sycamores shake their pom-poms.
Go! Go! Go!
We are all in agreement that I need a motorcycle.
Up a one-lane country road.
The saplings hang over
And wave their arms to cheer me on.
They throw dried-leaf confetti.
The sycamores shake their pom-poms.
Go! Go! Go!
We are all in agreement that I need a motorcycle.
1/27/2012
Last night's steady rain brought:
Smelly dogs on wet blankets,
(Why do they carry their blankets out into the rain?)
Mud oozing up between patio blocks,
Musty cigarette smoke smells from a million years ago,
The smoker doin' her dyin'.
But inside the grocery store:
Gerber daisies, Valentine's candy and Easter foreplay
Parley beneath florescent lights.
Smelly dogs on wet blankets,
(Why do they carry their blankets out into the rain?)
Mud oozing up between patio blocks,
Musty cigarette smoke smells from a million years ago,
The smoker doin' her dyin'.
But inside the grocery store:
Gerber daisies, Valentine's candy and Easter foreplay
Parley beneath florescent lights.
Wee, Wee, Wee (small stone 1/26/2012)
*Ok! I admit it! I've been SLACK! BUT! I did carry my small stones in my head...just didn't spill them onto paper. Once again rocks beat paper. And did you hear that? I just ADMITTED that there are rocks in my head, but that's better than rocks in my pockets and a walk into the river (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VIRGINIA WOOLFE 1/25).
Annnnnnd I can't stand anymore of my own jokes so...on with THURSDAY'S small stone:
In front of me at the stoplight
Is a truck bed full of
Dead piglets
Irreverently thrown atop each other
In a heap
Pink and new
Soft and downy.
Their wee ears flap as the driver pulls off.
Wee wee wee...
Why? why? why?
Annnnnnd I can't stand anymore of my own jokes so...on with THURSDAY'S small stone:
In front of me at the stoplight
Is a truck bed full of
Dead piglets
Irreverently thrown atop each other
In a heap
Pink and new
Soft and downy.
Their wee ears flap as the driver pulls off.
Wee wee wee...
Why? why? why?
Thursday, January 26, 2012
For Isa and Maddox and John Thomas (small stone 1/25/2012)
The first spring day
Brings the yearlings out to play.
Wild, wispy baby hair
Has been cut into conformity for the first time,
But it's covered with a primary-colored hoody.
Blue, Red, Green, Yellow
Bounce around the playground
Like rubber balls.
Their spring jackets combined with
Tiny, fresh, white sneakers
Running by in a blur
Look like a bag of marbles
Has been dumped out.
Newly discovered sand
Sticks to a chubby creased hand.
The other hand rakes a silvery snot trail
Across a pink, wind-whipped cheek.
Robin's egg eyes marvel at:
The clouds, an inch worm,
A stray gummy bear resting on a patio block.
Another year indoctrinated into humanity,
And they'll become the unabashed terrible twos.
Along will come the horrible realization
Of sharing and competition.
The toy wars will begin and stretch into forever.
But for now they are still wide-eyed with
Pure innocence from the other side.
They have seen spiritual beauty and truth,
And they still remember.
They would tell you, if they could talk.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Kibbles n Bits (Small stone 1/24/2012)
Hey!
What's the title of your book?
Did you make all the phone calls you should've?
Need to go start a load of clothes.
Do the kids have anything to wear today?
Have you paid the credit card bill?
Need to call and make that doctor's appointment.
SHUT THE HELL UP, VOICES!
I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!
Oh! my silent scream has woken
The neighbors eerie little dogs.
They are howling.
I picture the little one
Jumping back and forth
Over the big one.
Chanting:
Writing or sleep?
Writing or sleep?
You can only have one.
Writing or sleep?
What's the title of your book?
Did you make all the phone calls you should've?
Need to go start a load of clothes.
Do the kids have anything to wear today?
Have you paid the credit card bill?
Need to call and make that doctor's appointment.
SHUT THE HELL UP, VOICES!
I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!
Oh! my silent scream has woken
The neighbors eerie little dogs.
They are howling.
I picture the little one
Jumping back and forth
Over the big one.
Chanting:
Writing or sleep?
Writing or sleep?
You can only have one.
Writing or sleep?
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