God made a wish, but did God make the stars?
I might wish upon a star because then my dreams would all come true.
And those bad dreams...
Wouldn't they come true, too?
That morning star was definitely not a star.
But I'd wish upon it anyhow.
I ask you to look at it.
I might even thank God he let you see it.
I don't usually pray except to say thanks.
If you need a little more help or understanding.
I pray you aren't afraid to ask.
I believe that religion is a genie in a bottle.
Rub it.
That's a shiny bottle you have there.
Don't forget to look at the stars.
Friday, January 26, 2018
Five Cages and a Barbie Doll
Three cats in a cage and two more at the door of 313 W. Fillmore.
Holding the trap door open with his paw, Mr. Biggles foils the attempted capture.
None of them ran away, instead they all sat in the yard
And decided they wouldn't be going anywhere.
Here comes Crazy Katie in her bus.
"Take pictures of my naked Barbie," she said with a devilish grin.
"Ever do it in a school bus?
Not this school bus, but sometime, somewhere?"
The cats pouted and purred.
Nobody really wants to move.
They move because they have to
Or because some opportunity knocked and they listened.
"I love pussy," says Crazy Katie.
She pouted and purred.
"Why don't you guys hop in and we'll go for a ride to the fishmonger?"
The cats jumped on the bus and settled in to their carriers.
"We don't want to leave here," said Mr. Biggles.
"This is our home and we'll fight to stay.
We've been here longer than most of the people in the neighborhood.
We know all the dogs and where the mice hide out."
"I will find you some new mice," said Katie.
And she closed the bus door.
"And the dogs where we're going are all good dogs."
The wheels spun slightly when she let out the clutch.
"We really miss our friend who lived here.
She was like a cat to us.
It's not fair that she left and now we have to leave, too.
Do you think she's coming back?"
"Your friend is in a better place now," said Katie.
"And soon you will be, too."
The bus lumbered across the edge of the drain tile
and crushed part of the privet at the edge of the shelter's parking lot.
The new owners at 313 W. Fillmore were surprised.
Five scrawny and hungry cats showed up at their door one day, all in a pride.
The animal shelter was overwhelmed by the anonymous donation of a bus that contained five cages and a naked Barbie.
Holding the trap door open with his paw, Mr. Biggles foils the attempted capture.
None of them ran away, instead they all sat in the yard
And decided they wouldn't be going anywhere.
Here comes Crazy Katie in her bus.
"Take pictures of my naked Barbie," she said with a devilish grin.
"Ever do it in a school bus?
Not this school bus, but sometime, somewhere?"
The cats pouted and purred.
Nobody really wants to move.
They move because they have to
Or because some opportunity knocked and they listened.
"I love pussy," says Crazy Katie.
She pouted and purred.
"Why don't you guys hop in and we'll go for a ride to the fishmonger?"
The cats jumped on the bus and settled in to their carriers.
"We don't want to leave here," said Mr. Biggles.
"This is our home and we'll fight to stay.
We've been here longer than most of the people in the neighborhood.
We know all the dogs and where the mice hide out."
"I will find you some new mice," said Katie.
And she closed the bus door.
"And the dogs where we're going are all good dogs."
The wheels spun slightly when she let out the clutch.
"We really miss our friend who lived here.
She was like a cat to us.
It's not fair that she left and now we have to leave, too.
Do you think she's coming back?"
"Your friend is in a better place now," said Katie.
"And soon you will be, too."
The bus lumbered across the edge of the drain tile
and crushed part of the privet at the edge of the shelter's parking lot.
The new owners at 313 W. Fillmore were surprised.
Five scrawny and hungry cats showed up at their door one day, all in a pride.
The animal shelter was overwhelmed by the anonymous donation of a bus that contained five cages and a naked Barbie.
Down
I know you would never take us there with you since it's "bad" and "negative" to visit that place. You would probably think that it's so repugnant; even embarrassing. Not a place to share what you're thinking and expect any reply except for what you already know: there might be something wrong with you. And who wants to hear that?
Soft enough to lay your head on and imagine that it will all feel better soon. No one can find you when they don't know you're lost. Oh, sure, you might have stepped in a hole now and then and complained of a twisted ankle, but that was years ago. Different paths for sure. I always figured I knew where you'd be walking if I wanted to find you.
That was about a half-hour too long. I tried not to cry, but that band...those people singing in the row behind me. They tried so hard. They were certainly trying. They knew you'd like it and some thought you might hear them and maybe they'd even hear you! Reading the lyrics while they sing along. The cleanest of brainwashing. They have to print the lyrics because nobody has heard these hymns before. I'm more accustomed to religions that have stopped trying so damn hard. Stick around and we'll talk about that right after the song.
They were your new family, this bunch of singers. Not like your old family. We're talkers. As different as sprinklers and dippers, if you know what I mean. They sang about you and now we're going to talk about you. Not much different from before, really. We always talked because we loved you and I guess we still do. Don't worry, I think we all know not to ask questions. So we'll just talk.
I walked into the church elevator and pressed the bottom button. I figured there might be and "H" on it, but it said "Classrooms." Indoctrination centers! Get 'em while they're young!
Potato bugs and little round-headed red-heads from Oklahoma screaming, "My baby, my baby, my baby" in between the projectile vomiting brought on by feelings of abandonment. It was funny, remember? Tater Bug, speaking fecally all over the trailer floor while Moms and Dads went out dancing and left her with those strange cousins. They don't remember it. It's just me repeating your words and realizing that nobody else at the table had heard those words before. Funny babies. Sadly left behind and I remember you.
You stopped laughing and sang to Jesus and he heard you. I thought he was probably trying to tell you something and you probably wouldn't shut up long enough to hear what he was probably telling you. But that was just your way. You knew what he was going to tell you anyway.
Your mom said you disappeared in a foreign land and were being held by the police. You didn't want anyone to find you so you gave them an assumed name. You smeared charcoal on your face and fell and broke your elbow and you could make a stranger laugh till they thought you were an old friend. I bet it won't be long till she forgets your name.
Soft enough to lay your head on and imagine that it will all feel better soon. No one can find you when they don't know you're lost. Oh, sure, you might have stepped in a hole now and then and complained of a twisted ankle, but that was years ago. Different paths for sure. I always figured I knew where you'd be walking if I wanted to find you.
That was about a half-hour too long. I tried not to cry, but that band...those people singing in the row behind me. They tried so hard. They were certainly trying. They knew you'd like it and some thought you might hear them and maybe they'd even hear you! Reading the lyrics while they sing along. The cleanest of brainwashing. They have to print the lyrics because nobody has heard these hymns before. I'm more accustomed to religions that have stopped trying so damn hard. Stick around and we'll talk about that right after the song.
They were your new family, this bunch of singers. Not like your old family. We're talkers. As different as sprinklers and dippers, if you know what I mean. They sang about you and now we're going to talk about you. Not much different from before, really. We always talked because we loved you and I guess we still do. Don't worry, I think we all know not to ask questions. So we'll just talk.
I walked into the church elevator and pressed the bottom button. I figured there might be and "H" on it, but it said "Classrooms." Indoctrination centers! Get 'em while they're young!
Potato bugs and little round-headed red-heads from Oklahoma screaming, "My baby, my baby, my baby" in between the projectile vomiting brought on by feelings of abandonment. It was funny, remember? Tater Bug, speaking fecally all over the trailer floor while Moms and Dads went out dancing and left her with those strange cousins. They don't remember it. It's just me repeating your words and realizing that nobody else at the table had heard those words before. Funny babies. Sadly left behind and I remember you.
You stopped laughing and sang to Jesus and he heard you. I thought he was probably trying to tell you something and you probably wouldn't shut up long enough to hear what he was probably telling you. But that was just your way. You knew what he was going to tell you anyway.
Your mom said you disappeared in a foreign land and were being held by the police. You didn't want anyone to find you so you gave them an assumed name. You smeared charcoal on your face and fell and broke your elbow and you could make a stranger laugh till they thought you were an old friend. I bet it won't be long till she forgets your name.
Card Club
Only enough girls for one table at Card Club this month.
It's all right.
The planet is dying, too.
We're right behind you.
Are you gonna tell me you love me one more time?
I'll never hear that enough.
It's all right.
The planet is dying, too.
We're right behind you.
Are you gonna tell me you love me one more time?
I'll never hear that enough.
The Light
The stars can't imagine so they shine all the time.
They have no notion of being missed on a cloudy night.
I don't want for anything except to be alone right now.
I can not light a path for you.
There is nothing left of me to burn.
Not nearly enough for us.
I used to shine for no reason and then I burned out.
Long ago when no one was watching.
The darkness is endless and empty.
I'm not shining for you now and I never was.
So make your own beautiful light.
I hope that you can find your way.
Everybody is a star.
They have no notion of being missed on a cloudy night.
I don't want for anything except to be alone right now.
I can not light a path for you.
There is nothing left of me to burn.
Not nearly enough for us.
I used to shine for no reason and then I burned out.
Long ago when no one was watching.
The darkness is endless and empty.
I'm not shining for you now and I never was.
So make your own beautiful light.
I hope that you can find your way.
Everybody is a star.
Sauce
A ribbon of red decorates the front of your dress,
streaming cranberry sauce
from the corner of your fat uncle's mouth on Thanksgiving.
Running from your chin down to the cold hand across your stomach:
you're a child clutching the string of a helium balloon
that resembles your immensely swollen head.
We could hear the silence from the other end of the house.
It's too late for the drug store.
streaming cranberry sauce
from the corner of your fat uncle's mouth on Thanksgiving.
Running from your chin down to the cold hand across your stomach:
you're a child clutching the string of a helium balloon
that resembles your immensely swollen head.
We could hear the silence from the other end of the house.
It's too late for the drug store.
The Ulitmate Arrogance
An actor is what you call yourself.
But all I can hear and see is you reacting
To every detail of my life.
The little things that are not all that important to me.
The stage must be uncomfortable with those glaring lights
and the adoring audience that would just make me wither.
Please start the show now and write on your feet.
Plagiarism equals death, but quoting is allowed.
I'll be watching from the cheap seats.
Don't get mad if I leave early.
But all I can hear and see is you reacting
To every detail of my life.
The little things that are not all that important to me.
The stage must be uncomfortable with those glaring lights
and the adoring audience that would just make me wither.
Please start the show now and write on your feet.
Plagiarism equals death, but quoting is allowed.
I'll be watching from the cheap seats.
Don't get mad if I leave early.
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