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[Westerly_2]

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[Westerly_2]

Food and Drink

 

The bronze teen in the yellow bikini

            is oiled on the blanket under the rays.

You know she’ll be thirsty

            though she doesn’t know it

Until she rolls to her feet and asks

            “Do we have water?”

She had carried no water

            or even put it on her list.

 

Her skin broils slowly – the front and the back

            until the crust is golden brown

            and a timer goes off

            and the thought occurs.

She ambles once more toward the family elders

            and wonders:

            “Is there food?”

 

[Carol T]

Endings

I know they call it commencement,

but it still feels like an ending.

An ending of friendships and camaraderie;

An ending of purpose;

An ending of possibilities;

An ending of hope.

[Westerly_2]

At the Park, Away From Them

 

Bullet cars

zinging in a line,

gray ones, white ones,

Walmart  red with yellow smile

backfiring bike

cabs and trailers

goingsomewherefast,

rumbling in the ear

vibrating the earth

whizzing on,

gravel from a slingshot

 

The humming soothes me

like a cradle being rocked,

cushions me

from the clatter

of their discord

[Bmichael]

Some of these things – I don’t know where they came from

They’re supposed to be someone’s secret, I’m sure

But not mine

I wonder how they got here

I have no secrets worth keeping

Except for maybe that time…

Just wondering…If you’re in the space station, circling the earth, looking down (through the photoshopped debris)

Do you still have a mortgage?

Are twenty children still dead?

Is David Letterman still funny?

Was he ever?

(“Well, I’ll be darned…Dave had sex…”)

 

The tumor still grows, though…

Even way up here.

[Marilyn]

Thank you Westerly and Bmichael for these gems!

[Bmichael]

Oh! How my heart doth soar

Like a red balloon you can buy in a store

Or a big rubber ball

You can bounce down the hall

Or a big, stupid Fred

You can smack in the head

Oh! How my heart doth soar

 

Oh! How my heart doth spit

Like a big little pig

In a barbecue pit

That turns and burns

And soon puckers up

And so would you

With a stick up your…

Oh! How my heart doth soar!

 

Your Pal,

Bmichael

 

[Marilyn]

Oh, how my heart doth laugh! Yep, I'm still here, lurking. The ad world has sucked any creativity out of my soul, but not really complaining. They re-upped my contract and I'm there 'til March ... 2014. Yike$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

[Bmichael]

That's great news, M!

[Carol T]

What he said!

[Carol T]

What she said!

[Marilyn]

Many thanks ... I probably should have posted on Twitbook, but ...

[Bmichael]

Ibuprofen, where you been so long

Ibuprofen, where you been so long

I done woke up  late this mornin’

‘An now I sees ya gone

 

I had me a woman, Ibuprofen was her name

Yeah, I done had me a woman, Ibuprofen was her name

She used to come ‘round here at night

And take away my pain

 

Ibuprofen, she took my money and my stash

Ibuprofen,  took my money and my stash

Onliest thing she left behind

 Was a half-pack and this rash

 

Ibuprofen, I guess you moved on down the line

Ibuprofen, guess you moved on down the line

And now I look around and see

You tweren’t no friend o mine

 

 …old Bmichael spiritual