The Future I Snow
fifty degrees centigrade
super humid, too
– so not cool.
global warming keeps coming
into the future
– no way out.
Week 13, Day 86 – “The Future I Snow”
Week 13, Day 85 – “Unpopular”
Unpopular
There is just something about her
that doesn’t seem right.
No make-up, and disheveled
She shows up every Tuesday
at the laundromat
with two loads of clothes
whites and darks, becoming shades of gray.
She would sit close to her washer
each week reading a new paperback romance novel.
She never talked to anyone.
I always wanted to walk up to her and say “Hi”
but she never seemed to look up from her book
and I just couldn’t seem to make the start.
Don’t know why, but I was fascinated by her.
What was her deal?
What did she do?
Was there a story there somewhere?
Week 12, Day 84 – “Beck Tell”
Beck Tell
Beck Tell did mim t’bay
im tober noba flim p’tay
Jin min pawper flug dee gay
un d’d man morgan tor ga’hay
Week 12, Day 83 – “Prime Time”
Prime Time
Not quite ready for prime time.
Not even sure I am ready
for overnight, but someday
I will be.
So you better get ready.
Week 12, Day 82 – “Drinking Song”
Drinking Song
Drinky, Drinky
Let’s get Stinky.
Drinky, Drinky,
Let’s get Drunk.
Week 12, Day 81 – “Goal”
Goal
Direction
Choose the Path.
Skill
Know How.
Focus
Never Stop.
Week 12, Day 80 – "Hold On"
Hold On
It’s going to be a freak show tonight
three painted ladies
and a jug of booze.
Only thing left is to dance, dance, dance.
Spin around ’til I’m too dizzy to stand,
and then fall in love where ever I land.
Week 12, Day 79 – "Pledge"
Pledge
Everyday morning at exactly 7:45 all of us kids in the Miss Carter’s second grade class would stand up and pledge our allegiance to a flag and a country. It was our morning ritual, one class, indivisible, each day reaffirming our belief in a great nation. Each of us took turns leading the class, but it was Timmy who really took pride in leading us. He would stand up there place his hand over his heart and wait for everyone to settle, then lead us. Maybe he loved his country, or maybe he loved being in the spot light, being a leader.
It is years later and I haven’t seen anyone from that class since graduation. After I finished grade school, my folks moved to another part of town, and I went to a different middle school than the rest. It wasn’t until high school that I was reunited with the group. Even though it was only a couple of years, I was already an outsider. I didn’t yet fit in with my middle school classmates, and was no longer welcome with the old gang.
I wished that I could just walk up to my old friends and ask them to let me in. Tell them about all we had shared, and how I wasn’t really different even though I live up north now. Early in the fall semester of my freshman year, I tried to make an attempt. “Hey, Timmy, it’s me from grade school,” I started, but was interrupted by “The name is Tim.” Apparently a lot had changed in my time away. Timmy was now a Tim, and I wasn’t welcome.
Just today, I read that Tim had died over the weekend. No explanation of the circumstances, just an obituary stating the facts of his life, leaving behind a wife and a son. I don’t know why, but I will always remember him leading us second graders in a pledge.
Week 12, Day 78 – "Multiple Personalities"
Multiple Personalities
Twenty-three emails,
eight different blogs,
seven myspaces,
and a few facebooks.
Different identities.
Each compartment of my life
serving separate interest.
It’s not that I can’t do anything,
it’s that everything is possible.
Just need to decide what I want; and do it.
Week 11, Day 77 – "Feeling Better"
Feeling Better
Sweat drenched forehead,
light headed, fever.
Hopefully, I can feel better soon.
Typing so long
my fingers are numb,
Hopefully, I can feel better soon.
