Mulling soon

warped exit

   Ok.

Look it’s late.

   I said ‘okay’. Go ahead.

There’s no coming back.

   I assumed that.

And?

   What? Want me to say 'Go fuck yourself' ?…not my style.

Just go?

   You got it.

Goodnight.

   Goodnight.

        

         The door needed to be re-hung so it hung straight, but as-it-was-warped and heavy, it got hung-up instead. The hinges needed to be replaced, old and rusty, it made for a difficult time closing, until finally with a heavy tug, a wincing squeal, scraping floorboards, the deadening thud echoes down the hall. This was no graceful exit. This was no whisper or tiptoe. This was a painful exit, a bones-rattling-in-bed, sleep shattering exit. Saddened by the lack of connection when hope had carried you so close yet again. Now, half-way down the hall-way of the for-gotten. You hate yourself for feeling so awkward while the other one could care less about the racket or the relationship. She knew how to say 'go- fuck-yourself' ....not-her-style...but her dagger, instead>

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On Occasion, Flat-Too-Late

Are you passing or expelling?

Pardon?

When you flatulate…

Yes?

Is that just passing gas

Or do you actually expel matter?

Pardon?

You DO hear yourself flatuate…do you not?

Only in my mind. I doubt anyone else would notice.

You do? …Doubt?

I am subtle about it.

Discreet.

Indeed.

Are you aware that we can hear you down the hall…?

What?

Yes, indeed. Down in the dining room, where we are all gathered and enjoying …were…enjoying the company of twenty four guests until they stopped enjoying ‘our company’…

Because…I….?

Yes. Mother announced that she'd made a fresh toot fart...

Oh Mum....Well you can go back in there…tell them I did NOT soil my trousers…and there’ll be nary a peep, nor a poop, from these cheeks or this quarter for the rest of the evening….put the matter to bed…out of their heads… and enjoy their delightful fruit tarts without further eruption!

That’s very civil of you.

I’ll take a long walk out in the garden if need be…

It’s bitter cold out there! You can’t  go out alone!

Maybe if I freeze me arse off it might save the family dignity.

……..you are considering it…ain’t ‘cha?

Of course not. But if you must, take a cap and mittens.

Given the calling, mittens might not be suitable attire for a night-crap.

In that case, bundle the bollucks.

I shall.  Did I say I was sorry?

You did. Now, not to worry. Back to bed.

G’Nite, son.

Love you Dad.

in santo

Embracing the Mundane

It was not  the best option

but it was the only option

She wasn’t the prettiest girl

but she was a lonely girl

She didn’t expect much

and he knew he could deliver

A marriage not made in heaven

built to endure on earth

A practical couple

Capable of earnest affection

If not true love

Don’t expect more

And maybe you’ll get

more than you expect...
always giving one another
more than they were owed

it worked for them

and that’s what mattered

moving ahead
by sharing the load

their first child was not the brightest child

but he was a normal child

(and we know they had sex,

at least when 
convenient and practical, 
so there was no other father 
nor ever a hint of scandal)

he was an only child

with not a brother or sister

was not gifted in any way

was not a pretty child

but was a healthy  one

closely resembling the parents
and acting just the same

they didn’t tolerate strangers

not before the baby was born

and certainly not after

they had no social life to speak of

but they all had each other

and there was the occasional laughter

they were a tight clan

of three

didn’t talk to neighbors

no reason to really

unless a reason arose

then it was short and sweet

that is, less there be conflict

something to readily avoid

made no promises

nothing to break
confrontation, 
never their choice

believed in a god

up to a point

took solace in their religion

but not in their church

people to rub up against

people generally hurt

keeping clear and tolerant

a means by which to survive
'getting by' was tolerable
so no greedy needs
to 'Thrive'

Involving meant 
involvement

which is where 
they flatly failed 
to compromise
and firmly 
drew-the-line
besides, Isolation suited them...
suited them just fine

menace creeps slowly

and waits outside the door

so check before leaving

can’t be too cautious anymore

save for the retirement

to spend before you die

what's left goes to the boy child

who has taken a new wife

she wasn’t the prettiest bride

it wasn’t the best option

but it was the only option

and she was lonely

as was he.

Devil's Pent

You know I’m here. I’m pent up. Aggressive. I’m feeling that rage. I’m close-by, can you feel my breath?

Yeah. And it smells mean. Maybe because you’re so full of shit. Nothing’s changed. You’re not here. You don’t even know where ‘here’ is, you sap.

Turn around, re-e-eal slow…and don’t be too surprised…

………………………made you look. What do you see?

Well I’ll be… it’s a roadside rubber and a trail of small dog turds. You ARE here. Welcome back motherfucker.

I see you.

What do I have on?

You’re wearing that yellow shirt….sleaves cut off. Black top under that. Black pants…

Damn. You are here. What color shoes?

Yellow converse.

 Shit…what do you think of my hair color?

I like a red bush. You tint the shrub or trim it?

Alright. I give up. Where you hiding? I’m hanging up and coming out in the open. Where you hiding? I don’t see you. Where? …I’m…

Just a minute. Don’t be hanging up until I tell you to.

Those cops are in the diner. The car is empty. They don’t know about me…or you…we’re just people. Nobody doing any harm. Ain’t that right?

You playing me along?

It’s way too easy.

So what are you wearing?

My boyfriend’s leash and collar. I’m his bitch.

You’re the devil’s bitch, you are.

If you say so. Bein’ from his loins…and all.

Maybe that makes you my Mama.

Son, if you want the truth - you were spawned from anal puss in an Oklahoma outhouse.

Is that you Mama?

No son. Your Mama was a man. A deviate, like his son. He’d be proud of you if he gave two shits. Turns out you were the only one…

You know when I find you I’ll kill you…

The hell you will. IF you find me I’ll be sighting down the barrel and I ain’t alone.

Doesn’t matter who or how many…

You won’t know. It’ll happen quick. Won’t be no words. So tired of your words. Just quiet. No more words. Finally peaceful. Like…Listen…

(click)