Tag: Stories

Smidgen

Don’t knock the verdict ‘til you’ve read the effervescent love stories of an older gentleman who reminds us all that a lake of justice may only be multiplied by itself as many times as would be appropriate for a spam wrangler embroiled in a cosmic prayer for guidance.

And not that we’d have to succumb to the specious reasoning
subjecting border collie manifestations to undue criticism
simply because of their perforatory nitrous oxidation theories;
as hair-brained as they may sound to the unindoctrinated few
with access to local channel 16.17–WESC: “The Glaring® Sound
of Beatniks All Around”–a smidgen of trust
for our ovine-herding counterparts will doubtless reveal
innumerable quality chicken sandwich sources within
a seven-mile radius, and for that we should stand and applaud.

And Other Such Exploits

By the end of the journey,
we will have told
a million and one stories

about how old Grant Moon conquered
the people of the Moon
and other such exploits.

Oh, what a grand old time
it will have been.
Come to think of it,

we will want to have packed
some peanut butter sandwiches.
I will return having been embarrassed

because I forgot to pack them
even though I’d remembered
to make them.

Before They Even Milked

Exasperating nothings
with a fever for forethought
and a riddle basin for catching
unbequeathed daisies–follow not,

for the least of your troubles
would become the most.

Guarantees rarely govern small towns
in the third month of a blizzard,
but you can set your watch
to the puckered up old mouths
going to meetings and complaining
about the heat not working when it should.

It’s not enough for them
to have survived through all they know.
They must complain for the sake
of the younger generations
who otherwise would never have found out
about the trying way the world used to run.

Everything felt like an uphill marathon
with bare feet in shifting sand dunes
on the third hottest day in recorded history.

The hottest day ever recorded
came before they even milked their first cows,
and they have stories [oh they have stories]
about how their daddies rocked them to sleep at night.