Sunday, January 10, 2021

waiting for the screams

 the two year old just wails

or grunts loudly at unopportune times

like late nites without a sound barrier

and strumping up steam for a landing.


what i mean to say is, this year's

already off the charts for let's see 

what can be stirred. you were weary of rest.

laying there on your bed, no purpose,

now you can work for your grandchildren. heh.


you lie next to him and poems swirl 

you get up to write them down and there's

an already smoked cigarette in tray. the words

come out of the cosmos, land colorless outside

your reach. sweep up the pine needles, put away

the ribbons. you could try to regain the lostness

but yesterday is bundled up loosely, trundled away

with the fireworks. this is about tidying up. 


































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the baby lies with mom and dad,

within mom, a burgeoning  being 

insistent.  baby screams in  joy 

and frustration all night long. the schedule

has me mixed up. i must rise early. the schedule

has him mixed up, ten hours is not acheived.

the preteen lies on the couch, destroyed, i love

that couch, it was down filled, red courdoroy. 6 feet.

my cats have fucked the arms up, i never got a scratch

post. the once plump cushions worn flat

by her occupancy becuase the mom and dad won't 

bring another mattress from storage and who

pays that anyway omg tonight we have the middle

only child, the willfull boss, throwing less shoes

and tantrums but eventually we got one out of him.

then he settled down. so it's full grandparent mode

where we run into the room and hide, with 30 rock

streaming on the prime. here are simpler days when viral lock downs

were a thing of the future and right wing gun toters believed

in the process. i wonder what will happen to normalcy

post inauguration. every body's mad, crowd sized mad.

but no one in  my factory's throwing fists. when there is

work to do, there's no time for such non sense. you'd think

the powers would under fucking stand that by now. 

you forgot to give us the SOMA, and you let the con man

show you up .  your cupidity equals stupidity, you took your

own selves down. 

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