ACROSS THE STREETAcross the street I see her tossing wash water out the window Mowing the lawn in a sundress Sweat rolling off her brow I’d rather just be sick she says as to ask anyone to help me My son is so mean and hateful I just hate to ask They say she may have to go into a nursing home soon so her needs will be taken care of Across the street I see her talking to the television I remember he didn’t hardly know my daddy, she says and I didn’t think that would do After all, he’s paying for the wedding so we just got married across the street .......... ADELEYou can sign your name in the dust on her dashboard but no dust settles on her tragic memories She picks them up daily, fingers them gingerly like treasures, replays them in her mind weeping with them over and over as if listening Her depression and loneliness the “why me” and “if only” haunting dreams and evil spirits hang around loud and drunk like old friends you’re sick of but can’t bear to make leave afraid they’ll say goodbye forever .......... FALLINGNice breeze out today good for a box kite to take flight or some lighthearted balloonery Taking wing on the runway first I drift, then hover; float, then soar Just a few minutes of zooming, sailing, flitting and fluttering, in & out of clouds and blue sky. The strip is damp with morning dew, and the aviatrix in me glides slowly, just above the wet ground, then hydroplanes in for a swift squishy landing. I must be dreaming. At first, I think I’m in a rocking chair, but realize I’m supposed to be standing up. The tilted sky grows larger, the grass is coming up to meet me. Suddenly there’s a pain in my back. My head swings back hitting hard and bouncing. Then all is still. Oh, I suppose I have fallen down. How strange. I thought for a minute I was flying. .......... MAD WORLDI’m finding it difficult to describe how to stomach my own voice; communicate what you won’t want to swallow either The communal horde is racing in a journey toward more and more insanity Deranged voices and nonsensical actions flow over the sphere of the earth The world is mad! Mad, I tell you! How else do I describe it without borrowing from Alice in Wonderland? Fancy words and intelligent concepts do not explain to satisfaction nor make the absurd tolerable So tears of resignation squeeze through with a slight forced grin below sad eyes as I wish my husband would turn off all 72 inches of the politics .......... DUSTStanding on an old man’s planet
dust in the eaves, dust everywhere so much dust Bare dirt, bare trees, bare branches Soon the old man leaves Spontaneous combustion POOF POW with every spark Leftover electricals lay dead but burn at a touch … whose touch? Designs and plans forgot, paper flying in the breeze like the plastic bag in the movie - Movies, just another past We had power, so much power – linked, everything connected and now nothing – no screen no voice, no person Just time and distance so much distance I can’t flee, Where would I go? Worth it? No
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