Shards of last night
echo what was on TV
barely noticed but embedded
somewhere in the psyche
where threads rub upon fibers
a neuron calls a synapse and says
Hey, did you hear the one about the croc
that ate yo mama...or was that Obama
what's the point of cream without sugar
distilled is fine, diluted should be rejected
less said, less rehashed later
Children and grandchildren
nieces, nephews and cousins
will remember, not thoughts nor dreams
how could they ever have known them
but interactions by their own definition
things we do on impulse with a quick laugh
instinct is thicker than intention
it blends better if you pour milk in first
swirl the sugar before even considering coffee
too many have come and gone before
Reviewing homework from last night
you teach them to count, about money
what do you say about juggling bills
nothing when a dumb screen beckons
opening deluded avenues for escape
oh daughter, oh son, from what do you run
why are you my déjà vu
where was I when you called me
there--only partly, mostly far far
off in some allusion to karma
reality slobbering at my heels
Tighten the laces and drive due south
* ARCantu * 2010 *
have you found out you are farming more and writing less? lmao!! it is relaxing and mindless...pray all is well
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