forget about jonah and the whale…

listen
cousin
you know
that
thing
you
know
is there 
but
you’re hoping
will go away
if you
just
ignore
it
well
it ain’t
going away
so deal with it
or
live with it
it ain’t no elephant
in the room
it’s you
in
the elephant

keep them guessing…

as he lie
dying
the phone rang
taking the call
he found
a distant
family member
on
the line
who asked
how he was doing
he said
everything’s going as planned
hung up
and
died with 
a broad smile
on
his face
having
left them
disappointed
about
his
successful
plans

 

 

no need to worry…

honey
there ain’t
no one
outside
your window
staring
at you
in
all
your
glory
i’ve
stared
before
and
child
their ain’t nothing
to be seen
or
should be seen
by
anyone

a bad check…

considered praying
for god to shield you from harm
but my account’s closed
due to insufficient funds
guess this time you’re on your own

 

bending the truth…

he
said that
he
deeply
apologized
and
would do
anything
to regain
her trust
she
said
would you
like to borrow
my
lipstick

acme fresh air corp…

you need not open
the window
there is nothing to breathe
out there
our company sells
bottled air
all in different flavors
mountain spring
summer’s breeze
fresh falling rain
all the things
you may recall
from your youth
when there was
an earth
but
please
don’t open
the window
we can’t afford
to lose
another
potential
customer

die laughing…

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote.  So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me:  “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde

die laughing…

the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing

folding…

one of these days
i’m going to fold into myself
collapse into a little cube
or a pile of ashes
to be stored
or thrown into the sea
the prospect
is of course
not to my liking
but
folding into oneself
is what we all do