Touchy Subjects
Please tell me
if I have a
trail of toilet
paper on my shoe
while making
my great
entrance
or
if I have a chive
on my tooth
while
waxing
philosophical at
a fancy restaurant
let me know
if I have
less than perfect
manners
or breath
or if I have
stepped on your
foot or your
moment
or punch line
and please inform
me
if I have worn
out my welcome
at the party
or overused
my tongue
during
a French kiss
but if I am ever
on
life support
don't pull the plug
just because
I have an
out of body
issue
Finger Licking Good
I always
function best
by the seat of my
pants
working against
the clock
with pressure
breathing down
my neck
when my name
is on the line
with no idea
what I am doing
until it is already
done
and then
the proof is
in my homemade
word
pudding
sugared
and sprinkled
with
spontaneity
and received
with chocolate
or vanilla kisses
and somehow
I always get away
with it all
without having
to do the dirty dishes
The Story Goes
There was a time
when landlines
used to ring
in empty houses
with nobody
to pick up
the receiver
back when
people lost
track of
friends faces
in phone books
and these
were the days
when you
would get lost
in a library
attempting
to search
for a subject
as simple
as, "who
first said
Simon Says?"
back when
McDonald's
hadn't yet
served a
billion
burgers
and I lived
during
those
ancient
times
when
the Indian
appeared
on
the screen
when
the TV went
dead
and the
only trace
of these times
is in the
soon-to-crash
hard drive
of my head
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