Verbal Deviations

 

 

Eve: there is hope dear friend, even in the dust that scratches our feet against the pavement and wears memories of paths followed into new trails.

Qoh: And they call me the dreamer, the philosopher, the poet.

Eve: your mistake is you speak too clearly. People can understand you. Their senses are not titillated but confronted. Your words mark you as the author and do not so, as most now do, allow each to take as their own.

Qoh: but I speak in poems, stories, and songs. Not the outlined essay .

Eve: you forget, my dear Qoh, (she says sighing and grabbing his arm as if trying to press the warmth of her words into him), stories, songs, and poems are our natural language. We have to be taught to write essays.

Qoh: (liking the warmth of her touch, a touch that allows the feeble body to remind itself it still exists though hardly able, in its weakness, to do much else.) But is an essay really that different from a story? Is not the essay’s voice only more disguised and story better hidden?

Eve: (smiles, laughs, then coughs before) tell me a story, sing me a poem, write me an essay, it does not matter to my feeble brain. I only want to hear your heart beat pushing the words to the surface, feel the dark-red blood flow over me as a cleansing shower, and in your red-drip coffee cup of hope awaken my soul.

Qoh: you are right dear Eve, we really are worthless. We had better let them get back to the main story. I can feel your words growing on me now.

to do

 

1. practice my psycho-therapeutic doodles

2. pet a dog

3. smile

that should be enough for one day

Ten Reasons not to take a bath

 

 

 10. you do not have the proper training and the certification is too expensive. 

    9. slippery slope: if you start taking baths people might start expecting you to change your clothes, have manners, brush your teeth, drive on the right side of the road, stay awake at work, no end to what it might lead to.

    8. for the ten year old boys, you need to eat more beans so you can have a 'proper' bubble bath

    7. you are trying to be environmentally conscious and your neighbors keep visiting. This is what they call a two for one.

    6. most of them are heavy and you will probably need someone's help carrying it out the door and if you already have one why do you need to take another one?

    5. life is short enough already. Make it taller add some dirt.

    4. after all that soap and water your clothes will no longer have the needed friction additives to stay on and you are so sexy already. Also, by not taking the bath, you will probably not see yourself naked which will help maintain this delusion as well as preserve your eyesight.

    3. aged wines, cheeses, etc., get better and more expensive with time so the worse you smell and the longer your natural odors are allowed to mature the more valuable you will become and in time you will mature into a beautiful aroma sought after all around the world.

    2. the plumbing already has to deal with you using the potty chair

     1. you lost your rubber ducky

to do

 

 10. Eat a piece of cake off a stranger's plate with your fingers.

9. Listen to the questions you asked when you were younger.

8. Find a rock to skip and share it.

7. Plant a tree in your neighbors lawn.

6. Run through the streets laughing like a fool.

5. Listen to a friend tell a joke and then stare, dumbfounded.

4. Find something worthwhile to say and then don't repeat it.

3. Let your ego go so you can finally find where you are.

2. Whistle into the wind. Let the wind join your one voice.  Much better than peeing into the wind.

1. Let a conversation go silent so you can hear each other. 

Doorway

 

In my hat

Sat a cat

Little ball of fur

 

In a nap

happy a cat

snore into purr

 

hat entrapped

In warm cat

Never so unsure

The Embrace

  

That stain glass

splatters against the broken cement/sidewalk

eagle wings, painted red, composed angelic

creep out from the neck

upon a mangled corpus of encirclement

prey sighted, before, now          (becoming)

a crying swoop to be                

harping above the clouds a distant

ringing forth one last bell          a

chalked outline                        without wings

in flight