anything for a fix…

after
a blood pressure rising
shopping outing
to
costco
i
dropped by
aunt bea’s
to
share
a few items
i
thought
she might
enjoy
aunt bea
said
i went
there
once
but
decided not
to
return
since
i almost lost
a limb
reaching for
one of those
free samples
they
pass out
seems
the fellow
behind me
hadn’t eaten
for the last decade
and
was willing
to
kill for
a vienna sausage
he pushed me aside
like
a cruise passenger
disembarking
after
four consecutive sea days
it took
several days
for
the bruises
to heal
i still
find it strange
that
our humanity
can be
reduce
to
primal behaviors
with
such
low-level
pavlovian
stimuli

 

outcome or course of events….

a persistent

young
strip mall preacher
from down
the street
had imposed
himself
on aunt bea
while she was
having
her
afternoon tea
most folks
in the neighborhood
know
that’s
her sacred time
when she
ponders the wonders
of
just still being alive
it’s a time
that i never visit
unless invited
so
the conversation
i’m about
to convey
to you
was
well
overheard
by
a concerned
neighbor
it was reported
that
after
an hour-long
verbal onslaught
about
heaven and hell
aunt bea
calmly
asked
now according
to
your text
god
is all-knowing
yes ma’am
and
according
to
your text
when we die
and
go to heaven
we don’t recall
our earthly life
yes ma’am
that’s the true gospel
well child
aunt bea
said
if god’s all-knowing
and
we don’t recall
what we did when
we were on earth
why
do we have to go
through all this hell on earth
seems to me
the whole thing
was
rigged
from the get-go
so
being rewarded
or
punished
for
something
you can’t recollect
is
just plain silly
or
cruel
now
the only thing
reported after
those
comments
were
some quick shuffling steps
away
from
aunt bea’s
porch

 

impeachable acts…

 

when
i checked
on
aunt bea
to see
if she was having
any problems
she said
it seems to me
that
you’re
the one
who’s got
problems
today
so
i told
aunt bea
that
although
i knew our nation
has had
a history
of blaming
asylum seeking
or
those
just different
from
the majority
for
its
inherent problems
i still found
the current cultural melee
in the country
quite upsetting
especially
in light
of the deaths 
of
innocent children
without
comforting
parental arms
aunt bea
said
when your mother
was cleaning houses
for
rich folks
she would
always get upset
if someone
would
carelessly
walk across
the floors
she has just mopped
especially
before
they dried
even
though
she knew
they would
need to be cleaned
again
next week
i guess
she felt
that
such actions
symbolized
disrespect
disrespecting
the efforts of others
to
make things
right
hmm
seems
you have inherited
your mother’s
respect
for
fairness
and
the rights
of
all

 

christmas eve…

 

aunt bea
said
christmas eve
was always
a time
of
preparation
she said
we aunts
were busy cooking
some
of
your grandmother’s
favorite recipes
well
all of us except
one aunt
whose
efforts
in the kitchen
were discouraged
by all
she always
wanted to cook
like the folks
she worked for
no
sweet potato pie
or
chitlins for her
no
it had to be something fancy
from
a new york
gourmet magazine
most times
it was still there
at
the end of dinner
even with an army
of
children
and
adults
to be fed
then came christmas day
presents were amassed
around the tree
and
after dinner
which
most of the nieces
and
nephew
believed
was
an eternity
we’d open presents
well
just a sampling
of what
your parents had bought
the
really
good stuff
to appease
your appetites
it was a time
of
laughter
and
a time to give thanks
for
surviving another year
but
foremost
it was
a statement
of
family pride
and
unity
something
lost
over the years
by
too many
in today’s society

 

junk yard dogs…

 

i checked in
to see
aunt bea
after
returning
from

a business trip
to
washington dc
aunt bea
noticed
that i was
upset
and
asked why
i said
i’m having difficulty comprehending
the hostility
that’s
being engendered
by
the white house
i just don’t know
why
aunt bea
said
as a child
i recall
that
the junkyard
down by the river
had
high fences
to
conceal
an array of trash
collected
over a lifetime
and
probably
illegal whiskey stills
it

also
had
the most vicious dogs
dogs
barking
day and night
hoping
to instill fright
into anyone
who dared
to
attempt to see
what
was
truly
behind
the fence

 

terminus…

 

having had
a very
difficult day
at
work
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
i
needed
to end my day
with
a civilized conversation
as i conveyed
to aunt bea
how
a colleague
had
responded
to
my requested
input
aunt bea
smiled
and
said
it seems
to me
these days
that
when someone
solicits assistance
with
something that
they’re
vested in
they’re generally
asking
for
confirmation
of
what
they did
not
how it
might
be
better

 

bedimmed…

 

sunday
i stopped
to
see
aunt bea
during
morning coffee
i said
i read
that
a piece
of
a person’s being
dies
with
each
friend’s death
aunt bea
said
i can’t speak
for
anyone
but
myself
so
tho
i’ve lost
many friends
i’m still
the same person
my soul
is
still complete
but
my picture
of
life
as
i’ve known it
has become
more
incomplete
with
each passing