Poetry

You live in such filth

why bother washing hands

after you pet an animal outside?

My filth I am used to.

Foreign filth

needs to be washed away.

Choose the rice!

Cauliflowers are the way to go!

Who needs meat?

Or Gluten?

Bread is down

and we are up!

Love us

or your money back!

When you need to get it done.

Yet you push it off until tomorrow.

One more day won’t hurt.

It is important.

So maybe today it will get done?

Or maybe tomorrow?

H

E

Double hockey sticks.

If my brain could process things better

maybe I wouldn’t be so lethargic.

Or perhaps it is the chocolate bars I devoured last night.

You hoped for a different outcome.

You prayed that everyone would be smart.

That the decision would be obvious.

Yet, they chose otherwise.

My only hope now

is that I can survive in the chaos that will ensue.

Listening as he expands his story.

Pointing out small details

Or asking him a question to clarify.

It feels so good

Having a conversation.

One where we both are listening

And listened to.

Such a rare interaction these days.

I have nothing to say to you.

You have made up your mind

and nothing I say will change it.

In order for us to have an actual conversation

we both need to try and see the other point of view.

But if one of us decides to argue

just for the sake of arguing,

then I am walking away.

In my opinion I don’t have time for such inanities.

There is a recipe

on how to remove them.

Bleach,

or Scrubbing,

or maybe the lemon juice

and baking soda trick.

But….

I like the coffee stains.

It makes me happy using this one mug.

It shows I like the sentiment around this cup of coffee.

Plus, it means

when the depression hits

I have one less thing

I need to try and force myself to do.

I did not mean to share

My insomnia with you.

But,

Since we are up?

Want to play

A board game with me?

Home time.

Phone time.

Pick up your clothes time.

Rocking time.

Sun time.

Show your face in public time.

Fence time.

Dance time.

Go write your poem time.