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I Quit

May 23, 2018 — 1 Comment

So I disagree with a friend

And It drives me round the bend,

It’s a friendship I can’t mend

So this fight will never end.

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What

May 22, 2018 — Leave a comment

Not for me,

Conforming

To the norm,

Or meeting other people’s

Expectations,

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The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.

Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.

They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.

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I get a knot,

In the pit of my stomach,

When I become afraid,

 

Of the real,

Or imagined,

 

Even when the

Real angst

Is meaningless.

 

Those senses,

Imaginings,

So close,

And not

So far

Apart,

From each other,

Dictate how I feel,

And act.

That’s what makes

It so

Frightening.

 

 

Thanks Beaconblog for pic.

 

 

 

 

 

So I drive along

Whipping myself with this dark

Menacing thought,

Of something I thought I’d forgotten.

I obsess and twist and toss it around

But just cannot let it go. 

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An attempt at Fibonacci poetry.

 

You

May

Sadly

Say through tears,

How you are feeling.

But I will pray that the dark days  

Disappear and your moments are filled with love.

It’s going to rain,

I can tell,

By the way I feel,

And the spit on my skin.

It’s going to rain,

I can tell,

By the cloud up above

And the look in your eyes,

It’s about to come down

Hard.

Fearful

May 12, 2018 — Leave a comment

It was hard,

Watching my Dad

Staggering home from the pub,

Up the dark

Orange lit shadowed Street,

From our dusty greased window,

Two stories up,

Looking down,

Knowing,

When the key slipped into the lock

And he came through the door,

Into the house,

My life would never be the same,

Again.

Magical Thoughts

December 9, 2017 — Leave a comment

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When I experience hurt

I indulge

In magical thinking.

Very annoying

For others,

Unfamiliar with the technicalities

Behind my tricks.

 

 

He or she

May say,

That “I” am mistaken in my observations.

But with the wave of

My magical thinking wand,

I create mystical anagrams,

And hey presto,

I pull a bunny

Straight out of

The top hat.

 

Sadly, the rabbits

Only live as long

As the delusion,

And I find it draining

When they keep coming along

Day after day after day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Dinner

November 4, 2017 — Leave a comment

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Ode To Social Anxiety

 

Sitting opposite my wife

With my napkin

On my lap,

I gripped my fork and stabbed the duck,

Marinated in weird oriental sauces, so I thought,

Served with a smashed potato,

As I was crushed by an

Intensifying anxiety,

Aware (or thinking) that the two diners

At the next table

Were watching me.

 

My mouth was as dry as the skin on the bird,

My stare as steely as the knife by the dinner plate,

And the guy with the beard and glasses grinned

And whispered something to his wife

Who turned around

To look at me.

 

And I chewed on the meat that was as tough as nails

Between my teeth,

 

And I knew I was not only fighting a losing battle

With my culinary skills

But also, the people around me,

Who I knew,

Found my side profile odd,

And disconcerting.

That was the only explanation I could find.

 

We were on a ship and had no choice,

Our seats were allotted arbitrarily,

At the reception desk,

And my fellow diners, complete strangers,

Now had to contend

With my presence,

Having spoiled their evening

With my glancing and scanning

To see who was watching,

And guessing that they must be thinking

What I knew to be true,

Without validation.

 

I do look odd from the side,

So they say,

And the duck, was really quite tough.

When the diners had gone

I asked the waiter

“What was the sauce” and he said

It was  plum puree.

Plum.

Puree.

 

And the ship sailed along

As we finished our wine

A man sang a song

We were both feeling fine,

And the diners had gone

To their cabins to sleep

Outside there were stars

And waters so deep.

 

But I didn’t go back

The following night

To our table

Beside

The strangers.

The inherent dangers

Of projecting our fears

On each other

Can be put aside

Because

We will never see

Each other again.