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fashion a cheap, functional spoon
to ladle your stew.
find shoes that won't crack.
they should stomp through the nonsense
storms.
cut up all theoretical mud
relish pounding on hard-headed male
rock)
take out the trash in a muckbrown bin
that smells just right for what you've set out
to do, because
it's so rough raising such rank dumpsters of boys,
as we admire your rounding and flattening
straining shoulders
we can see it all from the surrender-slumped couch
ask us questions.
your sturdy authentic-leather boots have marched so far
and they are so ugly.
(they never pleaded for answers.)
our girls' prancing arches will scoff at them
for five or ten years
as they splash on,
and keep slopping,
but your children will never taste the love
gumming up your split-pea soup
because our wilds are fenced in the gated neighborhoods
between mother and son.
your brood is undefined.
we liken ourselves to roadside litter,
burger chain refuse, defiled,
tossed and torn.
you can ignore it,
comb aisles for a detergent
to bleach the skidding stains clean
(we fell off the family bandwagon at full speed,
we're rebels, we'll be runaways
we'll be washed up and cleaned out
straightaway)
your apron is ruined, but pick through the clearance racks
and i'm sure you'll spot a dress
that covers the redletter stains.
to ladle your stew.
find shoes that won't crack.
they should stomp through the nonsense
storms.
cut up all theoretical mud
relish pounding on hard-headed male
rock)
take out the trash in a muckbrown bin
that smells just right for what you've set out
to do, because
it's so rough raising such rank dumpsters of boys,
as we admire your rounding and flattening
straining shoulders
we can see it all from the surrender-slumped couch
ask us questions.
your sturdy authentic-leather boots have marched so far
and they are so ugly.
(they never pleaded for answers.)
our girls' prancing arches will scoff at them
for five or ten years
as they splash on,
and keep slopping,
but your children will never taste the love
gumming up your split-pea soup
because our wilds are fenced in the gated neighborhoods
between mother and son.
your brood is undefined.
we liken ourselves to roadside litter,
burger chain refuse, defiled,
tossed and torn.
you can ignore it,
comb aisles for a detergent
to bleach the skidding stains clean
(we fell off the family bandwagon at full speed,
we're rebels, we'll be runaways
we'll be washed up and cleaned out
straightaway)
your apron is ruined, but pick through the clearance racks
and i'm sure you'll spot a dress
that covers the redletter stains.
Literature
Trying to Clear My Mind
Invisible until,
a smile seen through a window.
A bright light ensnaring a moth.
Handsome, quiet mystery.
Many reasons to walk away,
but... a puzzle and I reluctantly,
obsessed. Trying to turn away,
but piqued by music, art, creativity!
Just let it go, let it go,
why can't I let it go. Filled with curiosity.
The best way out is through.
Must unravel the mystery.
Would he meet for coffee,
a phone call,
a text?
c2018 SAH
Literature
Wretched love of mine
Right from the start till the very end,
A life built on lies, castles in the sand,
Was never meant to be part of what you had
And now it's gone.
Thin lines you wrote I had time to read,
Chose not to look yet though you plead,
Always pushed aside everything you felt
And now you're gone.
All I had to feel, the longing
This time it's real, I mourn you
Warm by my side
This wretched love of mine
Baby please believe it's better this way,
Before I tuck you in and walk away,
All the time I'm finding more reasons
Cuz now we're gone.
Literature
Tell me how
Tell me how
you can cause me
to turn red at a single phrase
Tell me how
you can cause me
to even forget my name.
Tell me how
you can cause me
to trip over my words
Tell me how
you can cause my
heart to be stirred.
Tell me how.
Because m'dear
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