This week’s selection!
plush blue towels and a pile of silver forks
the only wedding gifts
that remain to be returned
the bloated baby and
her humble bowl of oatmeal and
suddenly it all goes up in the air: sppppppttt!
I think he’s over-compensating
for what happened on the beach
yesterday. Let’s just wait it out.
marvellous accidental thought
that vagabond ray of sunshine
melted the ice and thawed my heart
I very much doubt
his talent for oozing nervous sweat
helped him much in that job interview
Trash day: the expensive house
the tasteful development. the garbage can
overflowing and overturned.
the dirty diaper split open on the sidewalk.
A moody woman and dangerous when
the erratic burn of her temperament
flamed into outright ire
Arnold is a bodybuilder
polishing his gossip muscles
not one silent minute
in seventeen years
this wonderful clock.
Tick tick tick tick tick…
she glittered the week away
secure in the billowy approval
of gallons of pink champagne
Dig yourself a big hole –
crawl fall loll in it.
It’s all yours. Do whatever you like.
the dull story
delegates to the lurid pink ink that records it
the task of drumming up some drama
after such a great number of compliments
my lips were simply exhausted
by the incessant smiles and thank you’s they emitted
you don’t have to pretend
on this chile pepper-hot sweltering day
that you feel like doing one blasted thing
bloated and gasping
the family emerges, eyes watering,
congratulating themselves on their survival:
another Sunday dinner at Uncle Ike’s
7 thoughts on “Little Vines 9/2/21”
All good. Complete thoughtbytes. 73, 76, 78 my favorites this week.
Thank you. And I love the word, thoughtbytes!
You’re welcome, Claudia and happy to please you with that word.
Love 5181. They are fascinating x
Thank you. I try to do a session each week (just like therapy, maybe?). I really enjoy writing this kind of thing.
My brain doing its usual thing of insisting on connections, I think the theme this year might be the gap and conflict between expectation and reality – the flashy house but the gross garbage can; the wedding gifts that are unwanted; dull stories instead of drama.
Yes, funny you say this, on various subjects recently I have been working to get my thinking to differnetiate between the daydreamy perfect and the reality which is fine, just not…perfect.
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