This week’s selection.
the buffer expands to protect them
they are guaranteed safe inside the closed mind
the piano is tuned
a dishonest continuum of sound
returned to truthful melody
a brilliant spring day
a swarm of gnats up your nose
Surely, I hope,
there is a marvelous year
underneath all this mud
our small one-eyed dark tabby cat
just a great big sample of pure gold
I so envy you
that pale blue pair
of custom-fit oven mitts
The beer gladdens the tired crowd
of ill-matched coworkers
gamely socializing at the mandated after-work activity
The stomach gasps.
And then a greenish sludgy liquid
lies languid on the linoleum
If you think about it
it is possible to drink coffee
made by a dead man:
it’s all in the timing
one quick paper cut
one long day
the clouds are promising rain
but with no signature on the papers
I don’t consider it a done deal
on my calendar for the rest of this year:
forget everything that happened
after last Tuesday
the newborns emerge, squeaking –
and you know the story:
they will grow up fly away and return
when they run out of money
a waffle a sick man
a nurse in white
a burned-out light
and in this heat?
a pair of pale blue eyes
just visible through the dense foliage –
and the two now-empty chairs
I’ve always thought that
for a lot of reasons
a really nice set of teeth
is all you need in life
coy and vain
that’s the orchestra’s opinion
of every simpering note in this limping gavotte
that black sweatshirt
such a tight squeeze
no way he’s ever gonna squish all his atoms into it
The road is straight the scenery a snore and
just now you’ve realized you missed your turn
one humdrum miles ago
I saw him in the used car parking lot
Embarrassed for him, I was.
Who? Oh, George, our old Toyota.
I hope he didn’t see me.
the skull that conceals
the brain that reveals
the word that unreels
the whole string of squeals
there is something about
a steaming hot bucket of soapy water
that really cheers me up
6 thoughts on “Little Vines 6/2/22”
These are all absolutely wonderful. I especially enjoyed #5899 as it describes that experience of forced camaraderie perfectly. I also laughed at the swarm of gnats. There is always something to take the polish off an otherwise perfect day.
Thank you. The gnats one, that is taken from life (a recent experience while mowing the grass!)
5904 the best of many that made me laugh!
Thank you. Yes. Sometimes the calendar is for forgetting a date!
I smiled and nodded all through these! So much clarity – #5903 was my tipping point – I love them all!!
Thank you. We’ve been having storm clouds but (thankfully) the storms pass around us or else fizzle out. So, I hope no one ever signs those papers!
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