an old photograph…

i am
a fading
portrait
each friend’s death
dims
a part
of
who
i am
and
each death
within
the family
makes faint
a portion
of
who
i was
soon
i will have
no eyes
to
see
into
tomorrow

 

hypothesis on redundancy…

each night
the same prayers
were said
before
meals
and
bed
the child wondered
in his head
whether or not
god
had a hearing problem
and so
like with his grandmother
things needed
to be
repeated
or
whether god
was like
uncle joe
terribly forgetful
needing
to be reminded
daily
of the chores
assigned to him
by grandfather
perhaps
neither
of those
were true
perhaps
god was
an obstinate child
refusing to respond
to requests in prayers
unless
the number of requests
equaled
the critical breaking point
of his parents’ patience
that
breaking point
just before
unwarranted punishment
that
seemed to be
the most logical conclusion
and
indeed
one
he could
identify with

some quality time together:..

quality time together

yes
you’ve been
struggling with schedules
balancing work
traveling to seminars
juggling client social activities
and
i know
you requested
all appointments
be canceled
for your
annual
family day
but
death
refused
to wait

the life of a fool…

lthe life of a fool

rising each morning
avoiding an array
of once-used
christmas toys
scattered about
like
so many
fallen battlefield soldiers
though
these are not bleeding
but disregarded
in the same manner
a quick shower
and
coffee on the run
just to sit motionless
in some smog-filled valley
joining all the others
texting the office
on their late arrival
an electronic
time clock punching routine
arriving and attempting to avoid
the secretary’s indignant stare
retreating to the confines of
the stacks of half-completed memos
which multiply during the course
of the day
only to reach the end
of the day
and cycle back
into the smog
and
minefield of toys
to reach
the family dinner
on trays
in the front room
to listen to filtered news
then early to bed
no sugar plums fairies dancing
just upcoming bills
and then
return
to
line one

erstwhile…

aunt bea said
honey
now here’s
one of those post
that should’ve
gone viral
talking
about the word
erstwhile
erstwhile friends
and
lovers
you know
those folks
who’ve
abdicated
their responsibilities
to relationships
in order
to pursue
self-interests
i was
just thinking
it
should have
included
erstwhile
families

a practiced conversation…

i keep having
this conversation
with myself
that won’t
come true
where i tell
you
what really happened
and
what lies
have been told
and
you
believe me
that’s
why
i know
it won’t
come
true

speed…

omg
i
h2
make $
&
always
lfm
atm
idk
how
2 hf
tbh
i sit
smh
w/o
a clue
how 2
make
time 4
family
/
g friends
omg
♥ attack
eol

the perfect app…

welcome to
the heaven’s gate app
please enter
your
first name
middle
initial
family
name
please indicate
those sins
which
you
regret most
no need to list
all
our data base
is
quite extensive
we’re
just trying  to see if
you
have similar values
as
management
please indicate
what you
believe in
we will correlate
your responses
to your life pattern
to determine
the validity
and
reliability
of your
submitted data
patterns of responses
will be statistically analyzed
and evaluated
through
the appropriate deity filter
depending upon
whom
you thought
was important
during your visible life
please note
the deity of record
is not
the determining factor
but rather
the correlation
with assigned doctrine
management does not expect
that you would truly know who
was really in charge
during your existence
a printout
of these data
will be provided
prior to ascension
or
in some cases
what has been termed
a fall from grace
note
these results
are
not
debatable