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She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
Could I love you if
we did not touch, if I did
not mark you as mine?
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Happy, they’re kittens
fluffy and sweet. Mad, they’re all
claws, spitting, hissing.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.
I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.
Brine, barbecue, deep
fry, roast, smoke? How many ways
can you do one Tom?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.
Don’t you know no girls
allowed? Threaten the big boys,
they call you a bitch.
In another world
I am prettier, skinny,
naturally blonde.
You’ll never again
feel pain, joy both at once. Be
so at odds with life.
Front-load energy
saving washer. Fun to watch
clothes spinning around.
I’m soooooo jealous of
the brilliance of this blog name:
Blather. Wince. Repeat.
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