Try

So why don’t you try your luck,

Rub up on closer,

So why don’t you try your skill,

Back off her,

Why don’t you try,

Come up on closer,

Why don’t you try,

To love up on me, sir?

Tomorrow's Lullaby

Here comes the morning,

Here comes the day,

Here comes the sunshine,

Shining away.

Here comes the night,

Here comes the loneliness,

Here comes the stars,

Shining through emptiness.

Here comes my love,

Living for harmony,

Here comes my lover,

Smiling for me to see.  

(Oh smiling, smiling just for me. )

And still I go,

Wandering from sea to sea,

And still I wander,

Wondering who I might be.

So lay back my child,

And close your eyes carefully,

Lay down my darlin’,

And let me hold you tenderly.

The Hesitation

Nothing could have stopped me. Or so I thought. My only obstacle is my mind, whirling and churning with doubts, self conscious slams, those inevitable ‘what-if’s?’. But I had to swallow my fear. I had to push down those seemingly un-curable thoughts of despair.

My palms were sweaty, and my knees shook. How incredibly cliché, I thought. Always going out of my way to be different, and yet I somehow reverted to the ways of the monotonous crowd-dwellers in my greatest moment of weakness and uncertainty.

My feet moved as if on their own accord, dragging me to where he stood. Then my mind went blank. What was I here for? What was I going to tell him?

He turned towards me, and a smile split his face. God, he was gorgeous. “Hey! I was looking for you. Wanna work on vocab?”

I nodded dumbly, my mind all fuzzy at the prospect of spending time with him. He was my best friend, the keeper of my secrets, the stand-up comedian of my life.

Oh well. We have all the time in the world. Maybe I’ll tell him how I feel tomorrow.

Love As Big As The Sea

The life of a gold fish is seldom a lonely one. Copenhagen had many friends swimming in the Sea with him. He loved it. When the Bigs gave them tasty flakes, when the Sea got low, and they needed to be in the Small Sea for a bit. It was fun!

Copenhagen could not quite remember the first Sea he lived in. There were many other fish, of that he was sure. And then he was caught by a Big, and then their was a moving Small Sea that got uncomfortably warm…

Thinking made Copenhagen’s head hurt. He had to swim up to the Surface to make mouth bubbles to calm him down. Then Other came to join him. Oh how Copenhagen loved Other. Her short tail, her orange scales, her constant companionship. She was wonderful.

He swam around, always glancing over at Other while she followed him. It made him happy. He wouldn’t rather do anything else in the whole Sea.

The girl looked down in the fish bowl. She wondered why the one fish, Copenhagen, never interacted with the other fish. The only thing he ever did was swim near the glass all day long, looking at his reflection.

Laundry Day

It filters the light,

The chill in the wind,

But kisses our bodies,

Makes him grin.

And as long as he smiles,

I’m good to go,

Washing and hanging,

With him in tow.

We’re silhouettes in the sun,

The cloth hiding our faces,

Whispering and tickling,

‘Drying the laces.

At last the basket empty,

We head back inside,

Loving our lives,

Our hands entwined.

The Waitress

Why even order the fries?

The milkshake or two?

Why sit there and pretend,

When you’ve got staring to do?

There’s a Gentleman’s coffee,

A whole two blocks away,

Lattés for cheap,

And ladies who play.

For if you look past the chest,

You’re likely to find,

That I’m more than a cup size,

My smile is divine.

I’ve got two kids to feed,

Student loans to pay,

Dinner to make,

Yet you sit here and play.

So look up you bastard,

Or it’s spit in your food,

Get your toddler of the floor,

And go get screwed.

I Am Alone

The human race as a whole is not a platter of supple, easy prey on the food chain. We aren’t stalked, devoured, or digested on a regular basis. But I am prey, prey among an endless stocked ground of predators. I am hunted, tortured, and poisoned at every misstep. I am a gluten free, cholesterol starved homemade slice of starchy bread among corporate monsters.

I am prey alone in the commercial world.





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TheOne's note; No, seriously, aside from crappy GF bread, I'm pretty sure I'd be a satsuma. :)

A Blackbird's Sonnet

Luminescent flakes drifted and scattered, glowing in the pearly light of the neon moon. A blackbird, head cocked and body stilled, sat in silence, scaly feet near-dead in their lack of movement. For a moment, he remained statue-like, before the shrill cry of an excited child startled him out of his stupor. He blinked, ruffled his glossy feathers free of a thin blanket of snow, and craned his fluid neck warily in the direction the noise had come.

There in the moonlight, a child danced, shrieking in delight, wooly hands pounding thickly against one another. Blond hair curled from under the rim of his scarlet wool hat, spilling from underneath the material in unruly corkscrews every chance it got. A woman, face young but back bent and weary, stood beside her son, chapped lips drawn into exhausted, somewhat forced smile.

Her fingers, bare, were clasped tightly to each other. And from the black bird’s vantage point, he could see the sallow band of skin, lighter than the adjacent stretches, which stood bare where once a ring had sat.

The black bird shifted and shuddered for a second before slowly, delicately parting his ochre beak and warbling his song into the night, the notes curling into the depths of the blackness like the strings of a reverberating violin. 

With a tremor, the sky unfolded, a ribbon of color snaking through the darkness in a drifting dance of green, red, blue, orange, and yellow.

The woman’s face lifted, startled, even as her son’s breath quieted in awe. The northern lights rippled through the hazel of her eyes, washing the dull ache away. With a slow, broad ripple, she beamed, and the northern lights danced in her disbelieving eyes.

And the blackbird, his purpose fulfilled, lay down once again and settled himself into his cozy, sleepy stupor with a content glow warming his inky chest.