Thank You, Todd

…and the elderly woman sat, in the newly transformed hospital room. She could feel the terrible ache from her bones, beneath the swelling of her tissue paper skin. And, for just a moment, (and only inside her head), she thought about taking the next ritual offering of pain medication from the nurses on shift. They made it seem so…delicious-but, unless it was a bottle of whiskey; she wouldn’t know. (It wouldn’t be too much longer–). Still, she wouldnt break. A vow, a promise-to herself, with her integrity and personal dignation, hanging in the balance…no, she wouldn’t take them. She had very strong opinions about drugs; prescribed or not…..if she could only remember what those opinions were. Or, who she was for that matter. All this wondering made her tired. Perhaps she would turn to that deity she occasionally resorted to… if she could just remember his name. It might be Sunday today; there was a sign, outside her door, about a resident chapel.

Perhaps she would attend; a prayer might sway his decision to ease her suffering….(“What was his name?”)…(and how did that little ditty go?) Chapel or not, she decided to give it a try;

“Dear Todd; Theo, Art and Kevin-give us, this day…some bread. (And if you could toast it, with some nice butter and jam-well, I would like that very much)………..Hy-Men”

fin

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kitten toes

When I first saw you,

I was (so) amazing; confident

and lovely.(Despite

life’s bitter ironies).

Then we started talking, –

and (baby) – I was charming.

I swept you off your feet.

(You let me bask in that façade).

Then, somewhere between Romance

and Reality-my silhouette

(was) forged in

your eye…

(While,) my “I”-

finds you outstanding…

(There is no question, why).

The best things in this world

have been redefined,

in your image.

(You are as perfect as kitten toes…)

fin

Hate Male

  
I am so not into you-

I think your a weirdo.

I throw up in my mouth a bit

Each time I have to see you.

Your a part timer

Your an outright fucking fraud.

Your the stalker in my hedges 

Your such a fucking knob.

I need something better, 

In a world that’s half alive, 

You are such a gear box-

Your conjectures half applied. 

You’re the peeper in the pine trees-

You’re the gum stuck to my shoe.

A vulture who can barely fly, 

(Bitch!) I never wanted you.

  

                                        FIN 

Beautiful

I am a rhino.

I am a sieve.

Your the paramedic-

Morphines’ the drip.

You be the cheetah.

I’ll be your keeper.

We could be human,

And strive for something, deeper.

I am a rhino.

I bathe in mud and clay.

You can be anything-

I just want you to stay. 
                                        fin


 

She’s Someone

Dan and Robin 

What a wholesome pair.

But Dan went crazy 

(He really lost it out there)

Maby it’s those genes-

(I said), maybe it’s those jeans. 

Men arn’t always what they seem.

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse

His heads a little swollen 

From the fully paid refuge.

So while he’s sleeping in till noon

She’s fighting off the goons.

He pretends he doesn’t notice

Because she’s paying for the room.

Dan is kind of flaky, 

And now he’s saying ‘make me’-

So they did and now he’s sorry 

(For being alive). 

A little happier than her,

But it just isn’t the same 

As letting her know

(Letting it show)

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse

She knows that he’s a liar.

And I think he knows it too.

Her friends told her forget, 

So, she told them that she did

But the cruel ones placed their bets

(And laughed like it was fair)

(Because) they really don’t care.

She really don’t care.

For his blue eyed price-

His face is swollen from a fight 

And now he needs her there, 

(What a lovely pair).

She’s someone to abuse

The girl who won’t refuse.

She threw his ass in jail

(Now he’s got nothing to lose)-

Except her sweet perfume,

It’s filling up the room

He thinks his tiny cell

Is gonna be her tomb.
                                  

                                      fin


[*From THE VEAL COUPLETS—-(songs of veal), 
c.1992, by Jennifer Konojacki]



The Weak Link

                                       Part I

There is a dank, and terrible place-

(That used to be my heart).

Hollow, and without (even) a

sliver…of light, it’s 

abandonment screams (to my 

body), without effort. 

In darkness-its cold. 

The moisture it holds, (is 

uncomfortable), and 

I feel something, 

slithering.

(It’s resident horror-show 

secrets; abundant), are as 

numerous as the words, 

I will never hold back.
                                       

                                        fin