….why paisley???

our lady of perpetual sorrow
is sponsoring,
an ice cream social..
worker bees,
dressed in stiffly
starched,, yet ancient
thread bare
light pink smocks,,
members of
the womens axillary
(better known as
the old ladies
of the rosary club)
over see
the days events.
tongues drawn to gossip
like tacky fly paper
which spreads like fire,
alarmingly punctuated
by self righteous “humphs”
veiled ever so lightly in
the sign of the cross..

whilst their husbands,
who were left at home
in day old boxer shorts,
channel surf past
honey do lists
ceremoniously avoiding
mop and broom,
by entertaining visions
of dusky women
in dank motel rooms,
over long cold
cups of coffee,
traded in for beer
well before noon..
till the dryer sounds
(oh,, beeper from hell!!)
and reality sets in…

photo:
http://cherubb.deviantart.com/art/watching-TV-63336128

just for fun… using the words from this weeks Friday 5 on poefusion…..

“well yer honor…

it all started out real innocent like.. we was a celebratin’ jannette heres pro-motion,, you see its not ever day that a friend of mine shall we say climbs up the ladder to success.. so after work, we left outta the wal mart and headed us up to jessies over on handcock..”

“it was there we had us a margarita or two and they tasted sa good, and they went down sa smooth,, a’for we knowed it we was a drinkin’ straight shots a tequilya. you know how you do it, with tequilya,, first the salt,, then the lime,, then the shot,, uh huh,, and after a few a those i knowed i best be a gettin’ off home, as i was soon to be too drunk to drive…”

“so then we went ta my house,, as her husband woulda had him a big ol’ fit had he knowed she was out a drinkin’ with me,, and it was on the way there that she tells me she has her a li’l stash a that ol’ skunk weed.. and a seein’ as how neither of us had anything to smoke it in,, we made one of them li’l ol’ home made pipes,, you know the ones,, when you wrap the tin foal around the end of a pincil??”

“so anyways,, yer honor,, it was shortly after we smoked that,, that i guess i musta blacked out some… but if them poloroids is a tellin’ the truth,, i’d have to say it was just about that time that we done a li’l ol’ strip tease out there on the picnic table just outside my trailer… and it was a while we was a doin’ that,, that your boy,, i mean officer woodacre here,, come a cruisin up.. i cannot say for sure,, as i told you b’fore my memory is a tetch brittle in parts..”

“but i assure you,, yer honor,, at no time,, did i offer him no sexual favors for no money… as i am not that kinda guy…”

“excuse me??… yes sir,, that’s right sir,, that one there in the dolly parton wig,, that there would be me…”

photo:

http://www.heraldtimesonline.com/stories/2007/04/06/_ul_Firefighter+Z.jpg

courtesy of friday five on poefusion..

before avocado shag
was a joke
and gasoline
was something spoken about
in the same sentences as words like
shortage and war and green
before the glass ceiling
that separated
the earning potential
of bra burning women
from their soon to be
metro sexual brow waxing
male counterparts
was even an issue

back before men
wore their hair long
and still wore
the pants in the family
and women
didn’t really wear pants
at all…
back when mothers
stayed home and
raised their own children
and the american dream
was something
that was worked for,
was attained,
not an entitlement
at birth…

back when
you threw a brick
with a note attached to it
through a window…
if you really wanted
to get someones attention
instead of shot up a campus
or blew up a car
or crashed low flying planes
into skyscrapers filled with
innocent people..
back when wars
were always fought
on distant shores
at least a hemisphere away

back when life was in technicolor
and make believe was black and white
and i was just a little girl
who had yet to even dream
of falling in love…..

photo:

http://anythingbutdown.deviantart.com/art/Sweet-and-Innocent-33353556

courtesy of: Friday 5 at poefusion

at first,,
it was just a fling of fancy.
i cannot go out.
i don’t wish to go out.
i don’t have to…
a winsome thought made real
by my desire to be alone.
to be free.
to be unfettered.
released-
from my constant need
for the presence
of another human being..
as over and over again
i have proven to myself,
that my ability to choose
(or be chosen by)
human beings
is flawed at best..

then it was me..
i decided that
i preyed upon people.
that i used them.
sucked them dry.
squeezed
the last precious life out of them
(or they of me?)
much like the nonexistent juice,
is extracted
from a cranberry.
leaving nothing.
save,,
yet another
unforgiving stain…

now i am begining to wonder
if thinking it so,
has made it so.
if my desire
to be left alone,
fed into some
crazy, quacky, quirk
in my psyche-
and will eventually
feed upon itself
to such an extent
that it will indeed
prevent me,
from leaving the house
all together….

photo:

http://xxraexx.deviantart.com/art/Wicked-Looking-back-81233616

Friday 5 had a wild set of words this week… sylph, rabble, fizzy, suasion, freckled– wow!! bare with me the graphic is huge… but it is her… i knew the moment i laid my eyes upon it….

whence from out the rabble
rose, and alas did drift
a single, freckled, sylph
so pure, so impeccably childlike
my spirit, at once did lift
she had fended off their suasion
remained an innocent, despite
t’was her cherubic effervescence
sure, had brought me here this night

i met her glance and she too mine
mirrored pools, of crisp cyan
her skin clear iridescent, glowed
as waining sun, gave way to moon
and i cursed, both god and man
as my evil thirst burst from within me
i violated her sweet chastity’s moat
sipping her fizzy champagne blood
from her tender porcelain throat..

photo:

http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2007/235/3/e/Innocent_Beauty_by_BenF.jpg

Friday 5 this week must assume full responsibility for sending me on this verbal rampage….. i wrote it in the form of a poem… because i like the momentum it builds behind the words,,, not because i think it is poetic…the words provided were: racket, snug, green, boggle, snake…

i have been an adamant nonbeliever in the whole global warming fiasco from the get go… but then again,, i foresaw the onslaught of foreclosures we are experiencing today as a result of illicit financing practices when the prime rates were low as well… wasn’t it like two days ago i said i wasn’t psychic? i either need to recall that statement,, or point out that using your common sense is passing for psychic ability these days…

the “green racket” has been exposed
the scamming snakes behind it
are being called upon to defend
the deceitful lengths
the carbon exchange program
is willing to go to, to secure their
billions of dollars in potential profits…
under the guise of
“saving the planet”
john coleman,
an accredited meteorologist,
the founder of the weather channel
and a man who stands to gain
nothing of monetary value
for his groundbreaking legal challenge
took an invitation to
the 2008 International Conference
on Climate Change
to speak out- loud.. and clear…
and when he finished speaking
you could have heard a pin drop…..
why??
he has challenged al gore
and his snug little bed fellows
to provide us with the policies, the purposes,
and might i add the profit margins,
on which his case for “global warming”
can be substantiated,,
in a court of law if necessary..
he wants an explanation
in plain words,
meant to be fully understood
by we,, the general public
not in mind boggling
pseudo scientific double talk
that needs to be uninterpreted
by a “carbon a-credited” professional….

do yourself a favor,,
jump off the bandwagon,
and into the internet, the library,
or just use your own common sense..
do a little investigative reporting of your own..
you are a literate, intelligent human being
the time has come for you to think for yourself….

here’s a couple links to get you started:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R12Hx-e3aY
http://www.businessandmedia.org/printer/2008/20080303175301.aspx
http://www.corpwatch.org/article.php?id=11883%20
http://www.extension.umn.edu/extensionnews/2005/carboncredits07.html
http://media.kusi.clickability.com/documents/Comments+on+Global+Warming1.pdf

photo:

http://adieclarke.deviantart.com/art/Al-Gore-Global-Warming-51806669

this is a combination of the prompts from poefusions: friday five, and read write poems: like deja vu all over again , as well as the form featured on read write poem called a pantoum…..
the words from friday 5: string, mural, kempt, dilated, vinegar

labyrinth: an intricate combination of paths or passages in which it is difficult to find one’s way or to reach the exit.

caught inside the labyrinth,
he has learned to call his home.
he sleeps under the hyacinth,
on a mattress made of loam.

he has learned to call his home,
this tangled cement string.
on a mattress made of loam
he lies, and hears his mother sing.

on this tangled cement string,
he paints the mural of his life.
he lies and hears his mother sing,
and dreams he’s dancing with his wife.

he paints the mural of his life,
in vinegar, piss, and wine.
and dreams he’s dancing with his wife.
on gold paved streets- her living shrine

in vinegar, piss, and wine
he sways, unkempt for all to see
on gold paved streets, her living shrine
he dances once more with his marie.

he sways unkempt for all to see,
through the labyrinth of his dreams.
he dances once more, with his marie,
and once more the banshee screams.

through the labyrinth of his dreams,
he weeps, thru dilated blood shot eyes.
and once more the banshee screams.
as his beloved marie dies….

photo:

http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2004/304/2/f/Slow_Dance_by_worldasleep.jpg

this weeks friday five words are: inflicted, agitation, scud, crow, margin

the prompt this week from read write poem is “storm front moving in…”

perched upon this parapet
this mortuary mine
i weep poseidon’s saline tears
‘neath somber scudding sky

as moisture inundated clouds
exhale, sedna’s
plankton perfumed breath
and agitated artic gales
pass o’re her frozen lips

left anchored in abandon
aloft, this landlocked
margin of death
inflicted fallen fortress
turned, skeletal
black crows nest

photo:

http://misaje.deviantart.com/art/Lost-in-the-Storm-70183744

friday five.. the words this week are: skew, foreign, wailing, travel, arithmetic… and the theme is: someone moves the ends….writers island.. the prompt this week is time travel…..

“do the math.”
she suggested flatly
as she stared at,
no wait,, straight thru me
never having been much
good at arithmetic
i just rolled my eyes
and looked away…

she never budged..
i chose instead
to stare her down
surely she’d
back off, no,
better yet, take flight
this skewed half life reflection
i refused to believe was mine

was i stuck in some
crazed carnival ride?
a time machine, or worse
had i traveled
to a foreign country,
had some insane
dream scape come to life?
why just yesterday….

had i been transported
to where the wailing
and the gnashing
of the teeth would be?
was this the end, the apocalypse?
standing there
staring back at me?
“uhm… excuse me…”

i implored her,
as i tapped the mirrored glass
“you see i signed up for the
“live fast die young and
leave a good looking corpse”*
short term economy package
and i guess when i wasn’t looking
someone moved the end….”

“would you be so kind as to
clue me in on
what the hell i am supposed to do now?”

photo:

http://ruckysart.deviantart.com/art/The-Mirror-60336136

* quote courtesy of* knock on any door by: willard motley

Friday 5: brunt, crack. key, cherry, discard

as i slipped the key in the ignition
of my cherry ‘57 chevrolet sedan
i remember thinkin’ to my self
i can do this.. yes i can
i slipped out on the highway
in what i believe was dawns first light,
i have no idea what time it was
it had been a hell of a night

i reached into my shirt pocket
to grab myself a smoke
the engine started to cough a bit
so i let off on the choke
i couldn’t find my matches
so i popped the lighter in
white line stretched out ahead of me
oh what a night i’d been

i could tell by the way she pulled me along
that white line had me in tow
she knew just where my house was
she knew the way to go
mesmerized i let her guide me
up around that mountain road
i plum forgot that i was drivin’
as around the curves i rode

i cracked the last beer of the evenin’,,
and chugged down a long cold swalla’
took a deep drag on my cigarette
as we was comin’ up out of the holla’
and as i cranked the window down
to discard my cigarette
i looked down over the mountain side
and it was then i started to sweat

i grabbed and spun the wheel as
one tire slipped over the side
when i did that i lost all control
and my rear end swung out wide
i heard the crack as we hit the wall
i tried to bring her out of that tail spin
i watched as we went over the mountain side
and thats when the panic set in

i prayed to god, i saw my life
as it flashed by in bolts of light
i thought for sure i was a goner
all alone there that dark night
somehow while i was prayin’
beggin’ forgiveness for the brunt of my sin
that chevrolet she came to rest
and i just had to grin

i knew right then that i’d been spared
somewhere somehow someway
and that someone up there liked me
and i would live another day
i climbed out the broken windshield
on to the hood all covered in glass
seemed all my parts was accounted for
so laid down on the cool wet grass

it occurred to me as i lay there
in that dawns early mornin’ light
“i gotta quit drivin’ when i’m drinkin’”
lord,, it had been a hell of a night

photo:

http://chrisrollason.deviantart.com/art/

Driving-Through-The-Night-60681838