Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

SoCS from the Pod: The Word

Hey Gibbs? Hang on a minute. Finishing up some business in the sandbox. I hope you’re not leaving a stinker again. Maybe. Make sure you cover. Why? I like the smell of me. Yeah, but mom doesn’t. Be considerate for a change. Whatever. Okay, I’m done. What do you want? What are we supposed to be writing for mom today? I think it has to do with a stream of something and a word. I did that in the box.Read more

SoCS – Against the Rules

“In other words…” Rolling around my head But I am brain dead “What to write?” The white matter cried Sorry, they’re fried “I have no clue.” Perhaps I can cheat? From the prompt of last week “In other words…” I have none of those Emptiness exposed “I hate the block!” It cramps my style Thoughts in a messy pile “Where’s Cheryl’s bar?” I might need a beer and weekend cheer “In other words…” La-la-la-la-la-la-la Nothing…gah! “Much like pullling teeth…” There’sRead more

Pile of Junk

What’s the definition of “junk,” Mr. Edison? You know one person’s junk is another person’s treasure. Art can be formed from junk or junk can pile up in a kitchen drawer. Junk can live in a city dump or in the dark recesses of a basement. Dust can be covered by junk or junk can be covered by dust. Junk can be in the trunk or anywhere else it wants to be. But what exactly is junk? Is it metalRead more

Clueless

It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see. ~Eleanor Farjeon~ I see what he sees, in the fuzzy distance. But I am clueless over his thoughts. Is she friend or foe to him, in this particular instance?   Does he ponder a gesture of friendship, or the pounce of an attack? The scene could be two cats, merely relaxing a few feet apart, or the onset of a game…the principal players plotting toRead more