Three sheets to the wind
Knocking on your back door
Please let me in
Am not into smoke filled rooms
Want to gently abide
so open the door
so I can quietly come
and talk inside

perfect does not let
me be
what I want
to be
Nor anyone else for that matter

Wishing I had spent more time
with my mother before she died

Not so much more time but
perhaps better time

Come

I will use that thought
and move it forward
to now

To do with you what
I did not know how to do with her

Just because I did not know how to
spend my time

Really exhaustoolated
Hanging from my toes
I need a rest

I just want to put my head
down
And close both my little
eyes
I don’t want to hear no
noises
While I am hanging off
the edge
I am QUIETLY SLAmmming
the door
Good night
I am going to bed

Walking in the forest

Shadows
Patterns of my mind
Trees whispering
Branches are entwined

We did not need to ask

No, not a word

I have a friend,
the lady
who can sleep with
dishes in her bed
saucepan on
her head
Hamburger on her patties
sausage between her toes.

She is just a good friend
Of course there is no
accounting for taste
But to let a statement
like that go unnoticed
would be such a waste.

I don’t to be an old lady
Even when I am old
All my aches and pains
And times at night when my feet
get hot and cold

please proceed with caution
when you wander
through this poem
it is for mature audiences
so close your eyes and scroll
Warning issued, I warned you
You have been told

The times when my beloved says
things aren’t like or where they used to be
Could be true,
but you only see what you want to see

I don’t want to be sad in the morning when
I slide out of bed
I don’t want to be an old lady
Even if it comes before I am dead

Why are looking at me like that?
No, I did not steal this pen

Where’d I get it?

From a sister of a friend

Why are you looking at me like that?

Okay, I will put that dress back
And get the one you think looks
better
like this one in brown…
oh, you are shaking your head and giving
me that frown…well how about this one in black
Yes, I am putting the other one back.

Why are you looking at me like that?

The car ? Is is close enough to the curb?
Yes, is room enough for the other cars to pass
Ummm you are really getting on my last nerve.

I feeel I am being herded into the looney bin
soooo now can we go home to your father so
I can be made more crazy by him?

You know I love going out with you
Is the reason why you make me crazy
It is because you love me very much?

Oh thank you ….I thought you had lost your touch!

voices
metaphors
innuendo
crescendo
dissention
So
why don’t you say what
you mean
CALMLY and
QUIETLY

and then I will listen
to what you want to be
heard about

A query
A moment of genuine
reflection
Not genuflection
Genuflection is like that
if you are a Catholic and it is all
your fault and you kneel and cross
your heart and vow never to do it
again and behind your back your fingers
are crossed.
NOW that is genuflection

I do know about stuff like this.

Now say 3 Hail to Marys and 4 Got U Father
because after all you are going to do it again
so you can come back next week and get forgiven
AGAIN….

Unless you sit down in a moment of genuine
reflection
And query (that is ask yourself)

What is this all this madness?????