Enjoyed these last two Lavonne :)

She is no starving, self-sacrificing, silent saint.

Her pillow breasts, warm and supportive,
announce her ardent presence,
invite the reclining dreamer,
minister to unspoken fevers.

Her hands, all sinew and caresses
spin the web of sleep,
hold off horror, plait joy into braids.

Her voice - allays sorrow,
quells fear, pure delectation.

He opens doors (though not the car kind),
takes out the garbage,
occasionally handles a screwdriver,
but is all swollen thumbs with a hammer in his hand.
 
I cook, paint, wash dishes, clothes,
install electronics, sweep, mop, vacuum,
dust, change sheets.
 
He cuts grass, I garden.
 
He used to watch the kids
(while I shopped)
but I can count on one hand
the number of poopy diapers he ever changed.
 
He does clean gutters.
 
Laughter chinks the gaps.
 

Poetry Moose

You eat all the flowers in my garden;
follow me around like that proverbial dog
(the one who eats homework
and follows little boys home.)

I lead you back to the forest,
to that swampy, mountain lake
where we found each other.
I stomp my feet. Shout “GO!”

You lower your head, eyes glistening, lips droopy
make me feel guilty again.
But you can smell the dried corn in my pocket
and you nuzzle me in the butt.

With every step I take toward home
you follow me with two.

Exploit me

somebody

Please.


  flour, milk, height, weight, age
« on: Today at 08:09:21 PM » by Lavonne Westbrooks
c. and T. of a fallen cake;
lost height of a worn spine;
knees that cry, "too much already!"

and the whispered arrival of years

measured - flaws announce themselves.

i've stopped measuring.

There's no National Do Not Spam Registry
(a lament)

The delete key
is mightier
than the sword

So it's adios to

VLonelyLisa
Meandibedes
the twins
sandiego5327
and
sandiego3974
oh, and
their cousin
sandiego7914

I don't care
if you are involved in
financefxn
or offer
paydayloans

hahaha silliness :D

Entrenched

Round and round the can of air freshener in the bathroom
a black spider with a white stripe goes.
Never thinking up or down and away but round and round.
I have two sheets ready for him, if I only had the nerve
but how long can I sit here? Parts of me are getting cold.
It must be wary of the weather because when it sees
the White Cloud approach it ducks round back again.
It's me or it now; so both hands, disguised as clouds, attack
and when the clouds are retrieved and debriefed,
the beast has disappeared. Yikes, I jump!
It might be under the seat by now!
Quickly I put one of the clouds and the can to good use
and
I live to fight again.

too, too funny.

The Lesson is taken from the Book of Pspams, Chapter 419, beginning at the first verse.

¹Yet am I sore in need of aid;
evil men oppress me from above; *
they have taken my lands and my wealth.
²Send forth thy might and take this earthly treasure from me.
Then will I have treasure in heaven and not on earth; *
My gold will be held safe on high with thee.
³One tenth part, even one fifth, will I offer to thee as thy due. *
Then will I enter thy courts with thanksgiving.
Selah
⁴Where now are those who scorned me in the city gate, *
Who said to me, "Aha! Aha!"?
⁵For I was a worm, and not a man. *
For the length of mine yard hath been greatly increased,
⁶For the price of three pigeons, even of two,
I will surely send these herbs also to thee. *
these bitter herbs, to cleanse thy shame before the people.

Verily!

Parking this for a while:

The Immolation

Somewhere in the vast complex of Anew City a policetek nodded in a dim room lit only by a bank of vidscreens. Each screen monitored a different section of street.  The policeman was ready to alert the nearest policetek of any offence, yeah. Sure. A flash of light lit a screen on the right end of row four. A human figure sitting upright on the sidewalk was burning brightly, illuminating the empty alley and sending rats and cats into the gathering crowd. The flames burned white hot on the screen and then subsided to reveal a fragile carbonized sculpture.

The policetek continued to nod while the computer added and subtracted the appropriate number of zeros and ones to its databank. The cats and rats returned to their haunts. The onlookers began to disperse.

Sometime during the night, a storm began to batter the deserted city streets.   The body began to crumble.

79 years, 6 months, and 6 days

He knows
what needs
to be
done.

He knows
he's done
it
before.

He just can't
remember
how
to do it now.

He cried hard at his daughter's funeral.
Unconsolable.
The decision to cremate
wasn't hard though.
Least expensive choice.

Two
two-legged piranhas
excited by red flesh
make off with half
a cold watermelon
and the salt shaker.

so southern.   love it.

tiko