honey everyone expects lovers to jot down some romantic lines about their undying love and endless passion but child with bad backs artificial hips and arthritic joints we’re lucky to handle passionate kissing and stand up hugging time’s taken its toll lord knows things ain’t perfect but you’re my pure joy
just a small morsel left on life’s old dinner plate best to savor it oh you might turn up your nose claiming the good parts are gone but i’m licking the plate clean
for years mary lou worked for the town’s only doctor’s wife taking care of her children preparing meals cleaning her house and ushering away the numerous gin bottles scattered all over the house like dust bunnies so the good doctor wouldn’t find them but this refined lady let mary lou go saying women like her needed one of those foreign housekeepers not just an old colored lady so mary lou let go too of all those well-kept secrets all over town
a restless night
roused
several times
by
the tapping
of
the bedposts
against
the wall
and
though
young
he understood
these things
so wanting
some sleep
he silently
crept into
their room
and
managed
to scale
the bed
and
squeeze
between
the two of them
falling soundly
to sleep
a bold action
no doubt
with
the potential
of
punishment
but
what’s a puppy
to do
being
the last one
to
leave the service
a service
and
sermon
that seemed
like
the never ending story
to
even
the adults
in
the congregation
the pastor
decided
to finish off
the wine
for as
most folks know
opened wine
just doesn’t
last
until
the next
sunday sermon
so
it seemed
quite
reasonable
not
to let
good wine
go
to
waste
unfortunately
the drive
home
from the country
church
was
quite slow
due to
the bad roads
full
of potholes
and
as you all know
potholes
and
full kidneys
do not
go well together
so
the good pastor
made
the proverbial
pitstop
assuming
the secluded spot
surrounded
by trees
and
such
would provide
appropriate
cover
alas
as he was
feeling
the full blessings
of
redemption
he was
startled
by
a somewhat
angry voice
asking
why
he
was reliving
himself
on the grave
of
a great
texas governor
never having been in the pulpit sister jones’ first venture into the male dominated realm for a scripture reading was somewhat eye opening staring down at all those finely dressed ladies in the front row was quite revealing why some deacons stuttered when reading
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
Read Between the Minds 