Desperate times.
Measures removed.
Length taken.
Measure again.
No time for fools.
Finish the gap.
Proceed to the front.
Then do it again.
Measure again.
Budget the plan.
Fly into the wind.
Let others know.
It is never enough.
Everyone must know.
Whether or not they choose to believe it.
Coffee in hand.
Reading up on the news.
Enjoying the little sounds of the early morning house.
Then the thump and bang
from the child jumping out of bed.
Enjoy the silence while you can
it won’t last as long as you wish it would.
For those with a cold.
The opposite of karaoke.
Good publicity.
Bad publicity.
Any publicity.
Scandalous decisions.
Who remembers
who sang the songs
behind the faces presented?
Does anyone really care?
Things go from bad to worse.
What will happen next?
Now what will I do?
Where’s the next meal coming from?
Who is still my friend after all the shouting?
Are the neighbours going to hate us?
Can I still be a good parent?
Or am I destined to be guilt ridden for the rest of my years.
An oxymoron at its finest.
A term gamer geeks live for
when their game gives you an hour of them.
Still, the lives end when the hour is up.
Are all our lives at an end?
Is our hour up?
Gamer existentialism.
Sooner or later the game will end.
But real life demands we live our lives
like we have no limits.
Our unlimited life is one we choose to live.
Not when our hour is up.
For some it is a chore.
For others it is a joy.
Depending on my mood
depends on how I see it.
Until it is time to pay
and then I always cringe.
Going or gone.
Broken with crumbs.
Paired alongside
cheese or wine.
Nibblies for the afternoon
or a meal? when given
pickles, olives and cut meats.
The precursor to sliders
and still my favorite.
It starts off slow.
A simple question.
A defiant answer.
Voices rising.
Consequences stated.
Consequences not effective.
Tears and recrimination.
Anger as curses explode.
A door slammed.
Quiet for a moment
while crying is heard behind the door.
What does it take these days to get this child to attend online classes?
That answer is one I do not have.
Too bad I have no liquor to spike my morning coffee with.
I could use a relaxant right now.
She crawls under the blankets
to get into mommy’s arms.
She wants to be protected
from
the
monster.
She will curl up beside me
and let me hold her close.
I can only protect her
while I hold her.
But I am only human
and have my own fears.
It was a party for him.
His birthday, promotion, whatever
it was to highlight him.
There were speeches.
He spoke as well.
He was moving away.
He did not tell me.
He gave me a note and gifts.
I kissed him laughing saying we will talk later.
I sat down to my meal
only to realize shortly thereafter
he had left.
He had put his hat on
and left.
Without saying goodbye.
I got up from the table
grabbing my jacket and left myslef.
Only to cry when I reached the buildings doors.
It was my nightmare,
my greatest fear.
That he will leave me
without saying good bye.
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