was not flushed by the roommate
and when tried by another, became clogged.
so the question that emerges is
should she settle this matter on her own
should she leave it to later be discovered by the latter
or should she simply say,
“excuse me, you forgot to flush your poop
and now it’s stuck.”
(i would go with number two.)
simmering he looks up to his father’s crooked teeth
bounce as the world is explained
“two wrongs don’t make a right”
fixing his tie, the boy pays enough attention for the both
“you’re too mature to intimidate [your] obedience”
gathering the newspaper for the trash, startles the pet out the room
“and wise enough to empathize why you’ve been wronged”
brushing aside final drafts proudly makes room for robes of black
or was it cloth of white?
standing up and seeming cheap the boy finds his way through his clumsy eyes
and away from home.
he knew that feelings were all that were important–
they are all that can be honest
always right
and forgetting hypocrisy and humility a cheek rises in effort to know that ignorance is all that can be accused
that stopping there is all that can be wrong
The thunder woke me up this morning,
rolling, shaking, stirring,
the kind of thunder that reverberates
through the body, through the soul.
Not Garth Brooks’ thunder either!
No, this was T.S. Eliot’s thunder,
thunder that speaks the words of God,
that speaks of salvation.
The thunder is passed now,
and the feeling grown faint;
the sun is out, birds are singing,
the world seems joyful;
the world except for I,
who hopes to hear the thunder
again, to hear God again.
books of joy
books of mystery and fear
books which make your heart leap
there are books for crying
and books for murdering
and even books for bombs
some books can answer all the questions of life
and some books are just plain stupid
people get published with bland
plain
painful
sorry
terrible
writing
(and some publish themselves)
but i think, one book.
maybe 90 pages
on the merit of jello
in the workplace
would be worth
1000 words.
