my lies 082619

I sit up high

in my broom broom moving boom

hands upon the turny bop bop beeper

but all I see is what I see

and all my thoughts are reruns

from the ones who passed before.

 

I walk my woofer happily

saying eww eww icky poo.

but my heart doesn’t feel

and my mind cannot comprehend

a thing as simple as its own end.

so I make up ties and cries and sighs

but all the things I know, are lies.

 

There is an end

to comprehend

with only never afters.

no darkness or light

to try to fight

no struggles nor pains nor laughters.

 

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I Sleep in Green Grinch Boxers 081019

I sleep in green Grinch boxers,

Ten years old.

They are more of a suggestion

Than an actual covering.

I don’t know why I still keep them,

Oh yes, I do!

 

I lay in bed

Jiggling my belly

Trying to make it

Make those weird

Gurgling noises.

Then I gurgle back

As if we are talking about

The weather.

 

I fart.

I belch.

I scratch with reckless abandon.

 

Within the last month,

A friend lost her father.

A friend lost his wife.

A friend lost her daughter.

A friend lost her life.

 

Life gives us the opportunity

To laugh at ourselves.

And celebrate our stupidity.

We are way too serious

After we are gone.