Wednesday Poem

Fate hangs by threads
caught in a catch-22.
A misunderstanding between
financial powers that be
are eliminating my dreams.
But, who am I? Just a client.

Fruity booty wild fruit,
cowboy the Wild Irish Rose.
I’m too broke a bee for Jack
My stress is jacked, forget that
Babe, you lost me a while ago.

I have a bulldog fighting
a knight on a white stead,
communication clarification
and finally, a maybe resolution.

I’m singing the doxology
thinking of beading the Rosary.
But, oh my, sweet my, goodbye.

Was that the end?
Praying for extension.

Come on old man,
Can we make amends?
I miss my friend.

I always, always
frickin f****** cared
Blame the voice translator
For the frickin stars.

Be who you are…
And I am me, always me.
Still the same old me,
Fallible as can be.
I miss you, RJD.

Sweet Mother of Rose,
Thursday morning brings
complications to everything.
So I talk to walls and dead cats.
Come on babe, relax…
before you give yourself a stroke.

N.2016

Wednesday

Wet Wednesday waits
Drenched with sweat and lies,
Storm clouds gather to grumble
as they spread across the skies.

Shards of shattered friendship
Slice deeper with every gash,
The promise of rain is broken
When lightning refuses to flash.

Earth beckons her children
to suckle mountain breasts,
while rivers flow to oceans
and valleys are laid to rest.

Hardened by the passing of time,
She walks barefoot through fire
and vows as queen of her own mist
to nevermore relinquish desire.

No more
holding back
to stroke male egos.

No more
tamping herself down
to hide her core strength.

No more
dimming her own lamp
so others can light the night.

No more.
She vowed nevermore,
and then she laughed.

N.2016

Home Sweet Almost Home

Mentally crossing fingers and toes,
Watching little ducks line up in a row,
Crunching numbers while figures grow,
But, can’t help it – I need to know
If down to the wire we must go,
How do you like your Cherrios?

N.2016