perfection…

Perfection

for the longest time
i’ve wanted
to ask
aunt bea
why she keeps those
far less
than
perfect
childhood sculptures
we made
mixed in
with
her
fine porcelain
aunt bea
said
those of us
who have
maintained
some level of sanity
are aware
of
our imperfections
and
are able to
carry on
while some folks
fervently pursue
what does not
exist
perfection
becoming
paralyzed
absorbed
into
the social madness
of
life
those early
artistic endeavors
of yours
were made
with
love
and
innocence
and as such
are
perfect

made-ahead meals…

made-ahead meals

child
seems like
every channel
i
turn to
has one of those
cooking competitions
do you remember
when your mom
bought
that
turquoise
easy-bake oven
for
christmas
and
we made
stuff
the dog
wouldn’t even eat
well sugar
they even got
a show
with
an easy-bake oven
for
adults
adults who are
either
trying to win
some
cash
or
just some
time away
from
their children
in any case
there’s always
some panel
of
judges
who dish out
verdicts
in the same manner
as
the justice system
so
what you bake
or
cook
is still evaluated
by
the way you look
so
honey
it ain’t
no competition
just
confirmation

fear #2…

fear_2

sounds in the night
those
like
someone
moving around
oh it’s
just
the house settling
or
the wind
but it’s
a windless night
so
sounds
without
a logical explanation
quickly
convert
to those
childhood stories
oh
not the fairytales
but
the ones told
by
cantankerous uncles
engaged
in
scaring
the bejesus
out of
over confident teens
young males
whose
alpha status
is being tested
by
a group
of
old men
holding court
in
gramma’s old house
where
they too
first learned
the stories
now embellished
to
fit the times
and
of course
with the knowledge
that
the feral cats
always
wander around
this
time of night

fears…

fears...

what woke you
at
night
when you were
a child
still lingers
in
the darkness
haunting
the hours
before dawn
but
for
some poor souls
it lingers
throughout
the day
and though
these are
no more
than created ghosts
harmless apparitions
that
cannot touch
nor
be touched
their mere
presence
in the light of day
fosters
anxieties
spinning
the mind
like
a child playing
with
an old toy top
creating
a dark loneliness
an invisible veil
that conceals
the colors
of
the world
leaving only
shades
of gray
and
dark shadows
turning
each day
into
a child’s night

mexican jumping beans…

mexican jumping beans

seems like a harmless toy
but
i’ve begun to wonder
if it wasn’t
an early indoctrination
about mexico
and
its people
people
portrayed
by
speedy gonzales
and
pablo
a gun packing
and
no doubt
violent
lazy mouse
while
speedy’s
promiscuous nature
was conveyed
in lines
like
speedy gonzales
is
friend of my sister
quickly
appended by
speedy gonzales
is friend
of
everyone’s
sister
what strange
saturday morning lesson
to
precede sunday school’s
love thy neighbor
oh
and don’t
get me started
about
three black crows

on child rearing…

while a child prayed...

now
i ain’t trying
to
tell you
how to raise
your child
lord knows
i’ve always
supported
whatever 
you’ve done
even when
you were dating
that
butt ugly
hospital vp
i stood by your side
but
i couldn’t help
but
overhear
how you were
teaching
your child
how to say
prayers
so please forgive me
this one time
but child
that line about
if i die
before i wake
surely is going to keep
that child
awake
i mean
who in the hell
would want to close
their eyes
with that threat
of
dying
hanging over
your
bed
forget
what’s under
it
it’s what’s waiting
when you
close your eyes
that
would make you
wet the bed
not the monster
in
your head
not even
with
the light on
would
anyone
want to sleep
so maybe
you want to repeat
some prayer
about
how god cares
and
shares angels
to
protect you
throughout
the night
that would
surely
take care
of
most
of the night’s
frights

 

 

behind life’s walls…

could see the wall’s slats
where plaster had fallen off
and could hear strange sounds
could also feel the cold air
warning me to stay covered
to remain in this old place
not to tempt the fates
accept the dead bird in hand
like some before me
languishing in lifeless rooms
accepting death before death
mindless survival routines
sanctioned by the church
and other corporations
for the good of all
according to marketing
but what was outside the walls
now here’s the surprising part
outside the first walls
is another set of walls
actually a maze
so once you feel you are free
you find that you’re still walled in
at least with a better view

 

 

please be advised…

please be advised copy

as teenagers
with
what we thought
was
a superior education
to
our parents’
we would be
emboldened
to
attempt
to
slide one
by
them
only to find out
that
life education
was
superior
to
book education
when it came
to
child psychology
so
without fail
we
would hear
child
don’t take
that
tone of voice
with
me
or
you’ll be
sitting
on your backside
before
that smirk
leaves
your face
end
of
case

 

 

 

guilty without due process…

guilty without due process

having been
sent
to bed
early
for their
mischievous behaviors
the two brothers
were unable
to
sleep
the oldest
spoke solemnly
saying
of
all
the devilish
tortures
devised by man
to
punish children
there is only one
that
we must
worry about tonight
oh we’ve
suffered all week with school
so
this day
should have been
our reprieve
but instead
we’re stuck in bed
and
must face
the cruelest torment
of
them all
sunday school
with
sister jones
the elder
who will
without doubt
use our slingshotting
of
her cats
as the center piece
of
her lesson
on
sin

5 million children…

childhood dreams

these are new orphans
none of them were deserted
their parents loved them
but orphanages are their fate
you’re asking how can this be
the answer is quite simple
you see some parents
died from the covid virus
before it was named
some to the known enemy
and some died with denial
arsenic laced politics
whatever the cause
these children are left alone
the love they once knew
has vanished before their eyes
now they must fend for themselves
fill their hearts empty spaces