Reaper

I pulled the powder blue blanket from my bed

To line the box on the kitchen floor

We used to jump and laugh and play

Our back yard like a jungle

My sister tried to dress him once

like a doll

And stroll down the side walk

He was so weak and helpless

No longer able to chew a shoe

Not like his former self

I prayed to GOD

Tiny belly

Skin soft and hot

The color of peanuts

Hanging from his bones

Big brown eyes seemed shallow

I would not sleep

I cried

How could I sleep

He knew all my secrets

But could hardly lift his head

Sounds from Viet Nam on the TV

Walter Cronkite drifting in from the living room

No! I can’t come out and play

I’m saying goodbye to my best friend

National Past Time

I used to think the great national pastime was the pursuit of pleasant sexual encounters, or perhaps participating in a sport of some kind,
but now I believe the national past time is
BITCHING, COMPLAINING, and BELLY ACHING!
It seems as if there are more justifications in bitching about
things than there are things to bitch about.
What a waste of time and energy.
If you can see something to do to change
a situation then do it, if you cannot, do something else...
These three behavioral aspects will ensure a growing dissatisfaction
with life while robbing you from your joy: thinking and worrying about the past, while complaining of the present, and fearing future.


Hey ! Don't just do something, sit there... CRY BABY !

esoteric surprise

While cruising by an awesome looking cigar store in Bloomington,
my attention was drawn to a sign adjacent to the handicap logo/ sticker
on the window that read " Enter from Within"...
I'll admit it seemed a little spiritual for an access sign.
turns out some wise ass had scratched off the other part of the sign
that indicated how to get into the larger building housing that shop.
After we looked at it for a minute - We decided we liked it just the way it is.
Thank You Scratchy : )