dining out in minden…

dining out in minden

now
this is just
gossip
so
i shouldn’t be
repeating
it
and
you
surely don’t have
to
listen
if you don’t
want
to
but
as you know
the village tavern’s
the only place
to get
fried breaded shrimp
even
though
the french fries
are as limp
as
willow limbs
it’s
the only
place
within ten miles
so
i decided to stop by
on tuesday
now
i sat
in
the back booth
so
folks wouldn’t
think i was avoiding
my mother-in-law
who’s been
staying
with us
for an eternity
well
just two days
but
that’s not important
it’s just
i didn’t
want folks
to
start talking
since
well you know
small town folks
seem to have
small minds
anyway
the folks
in booth
in front
of mine
we’re saying
that
on
the day
of sister smith’s
funeral
the good pastor
passed away
they say
it was
his wife’s
apple pie
seems
the good pastor
was sharing
more than
apple pie
with
sister smith
so the pastor’s wife
such a lovely woman
who’s always
been kind to me
and
just love things
in pairs
decided to double up
on funerals
but
that’s
just gossip
so
whatever you do
don’t share
it with anyone
but
they are
both
dead

hissy fit….

hissy fit

oh my lord
what a barge
of bombastic words
child
i ain’t never heard
anything like it
laying out
the sins
of
others
on the altar
of
shame
before god
and
everybody
not
one
eardrum
was spared
now
it may have been
for their own good
cause
there was
the asking for forgiveness
but
i thought
it was just 
a closing prayer

 

 

just between you and me…

just between you and me

when does
what
you say
become
gossip
what’s
the line
drawn in the sand
that separates
your factual
representation
of
privately
shared
information
from
gossip
indeed
she said
and
you
only
repeated
but
why