20200810.0430 "Not a Good Day"

Chest tight and
Heart racing raggedly in it
Despite sitting still in the quiet
The dim
And adding the fear of an
Overactive anus
Too much cabbage taken in, perhaps,
Or sauerkraut just a little older than was ideal
And wondering if I would shit myself
Or had
And rubbed my ass raw with wiping
Rare meat not to be eaten if it ever passed inspection

20200809.0430

Voluptuous and clad in a red and green plaid that
The sun has bleached to browns
The whiff of a petrichor perfume thrills
Teasing with the offer of warmth and wet to come
One not always fulfilled in days like these
But often enough that hope remains for
Drinking the juices that will flow

20200808.0430

Two temples show the labors done between them
Windows letting light into the rooms they share
Backing up against each other
Three ports for passing out and in
And through both ways
With two more balanced for ingress only
Unless something goes wrong, like
Cotton not turning away soon enough
What is this complex called
That stands as capital to its attendant body?

20200807.0430

Answer it who can
That which covers beds but none turn down
Who live at every occasion
And which sees sleepers stir to meet
The lines cast out by often-quiet actors
Not seldom seated or standing on
Platforms for which they are paid
And which runs in season but stops
When too much gold is given it--
Gold is given for it then--
And which is ever never the same
What is it called?

20200806.0430

As some, more formal, might switch to dinner jackets
Four-in-hand exchange for bow
In red amid a short white coat
The hills here, now, mark little difference
What angle offsets made up by the return
Of what was given through the day
Gift going back whence it came

20200805.0430

I have not been selected for a crown
And I do not want the
Mimicry of a halo on me as I
Sit upon the throne I claim daily
Or kneel before it in an hour of need
Besides
It is only a flimsy castle in which I live
A poor fief to which I have no title
And where I have remained too long

20200804.0430

The rolling green carpet grows thin
Its pile wearing away
But people are still walking across it
There is yet comfort in it for tired feet
Seeking solace from the yards
Grown prickly and clinging

20200803.0430

Be complacent
And endure
And all of this will remain
Because it should be good enough
For you
Or that's the story
Anyway

20200802.0430

Remember
When they tell you
Speak good English
The way it used to be
Shit
Was in the language centuries before
Beautiful entered it

20200801.0430

Again
I do not appreciate the implication in
The eyes of many mothers when
I sit and watch my daughter learn to dance
Along with her classmates
I mean
I am a lecher
But my tastes run otherwise