Birfday

Iiii ammm accquirdd birfday

The numberrr twenty-won!

Whhhaasss dat you say?

Drrink tis last and mmm done.

Oppp lookie here

Iiii founds dis for yuuu!

Straiiight shtuff, nice ‘n clear

Yuu, Stanley take one… Iii gets two.

Ohhhh the tricksy floooor

Donnn dance wit me today!

I sweared ayll falls noo mor

Iff yule guiiid me on me wayy.

Ahhh Stanley, yuu are such…

Such… I forgettt te wyrd!

Ambivvvalant fellow, much

I love yu tho itt beist absurd.

Helllo frend ecccsit

Frend street, I greet yu now!

Yuu are beautful ‘n well lit

Pleash forgif te dizzy bow.

 Annn  now we’re offff

Tooo te refuge, te homestead!

Ann I swearsh *cough, cough*

I won’t drinkk agen befffore I’m dead.

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I look at the people strolling along

And think reflectively.

I spy a couple passing by,

What if I were he?

If I were he and he was me

Could I see that he could be me?

Would we pause, and

Acknowledge subliminally?

Would that beautiful girl

Be with me if I was he?

We might be completely free

Or married… or both, you see.

Were he and I switched at birth

And grew up unknowingly,

This random world surely

Would’ve guided us separately.

Yet what if that’s not the case

And fate works purposefully?

We could toss aside worry

And embrace what we will be.

I look behind as they pass

And wonder, as so does he

A soft smile upon his face

His eyes connecting… knowingly.

Coming Home

Crowded bus

One empty seat- you thank God

But window’s open

And it’s 22 degrees



A man gets on

Could’ve passed for an NFL lineman

Your quick prayer

Goes unanswered



He squeezes in

You are no longer cold

At the mercy

Of distinctive odors



Relief is near

The cord has been pulled

You unzip your bag

Bus pass is elusive




Now cringing

As your son’s science project

Clatters to the floor

Beeping erratically



You’re frustrated

Some lady screams “Bomb!”

The word stampede

Is underestimating



A couple bruises

Interrogation’s not great, either

Calling your wife

Adds stress



Spirit, pride broken

Police car couldn’t be lonelier

And now remembering

You drove to work today…

Undressing

Layers slowly come off,

Burdened heavily with rain

Slowly gliding to the carpet

All security lost as they plummet

Now completely exposed,

She shivers in slight breeze

Bracing for the trial to come

Bound by things she cannot control

Falling asleep but barely awake

Praying to wake in time

The oak stands stark

Merciless comes winter