Leftover Over Over
Fuzzy,
fruity, fermented feet
Of
something I wouldn’t want to eat
It
lives in the back of the shelf
I
probably put it there myself
I
wasn’t looking for it
But
it found me
Green
and white hair waving
Like
it could live once more
But
quite dead
It
used to be red
And
rather delicious
I
made it to be nutritious
But
now it is not
Throwing
it out
So
as not to shock
Those
rooting, tooting at midnight
For
a snack or two
By
then it would be blue
Or
it could turn to goo
Out
it must go
Even
though
It
could almost say “hello”
Oklahoma City News 1995
I
was standing in my sunny white kitchen
The
clock tick tocked almost two
I
had just turned the radio on
When
flashed the news
A
bomb had gone off
A
truck or maybe two
Had
struck a downtown building
All
I heard is that it blew
I
sat down in disbelief
Hearing,
but not
The
details and colors
Of
a state in shock
Oklahoma
was far away
So
many people
So
many graves
I
couldn’t think of anyone I knew
That
could be there too
Still
I sickened to think
Of
our country on the brink
Of
violent outbursts so jarring
This
was more than alarming
So
they were blown to bits
That
was the crux of it
The
cost of this loss
Was
the tipping place
It
hurried the hate a pace
From
doing nothing but shouting
To
murder where there is crowding
Taking
the innocent
To
drown
Down
below
Reach
by this breach
Of
decency and sense
It
takes just a pinch
And
give not an inch
Signing
humanity’s death
Hate
grabs a pound of flesh
Family Fare
Children
are commanded to obey
If
only parents had more sway
At
times we do
And
it is true
We
have the upper hand
Lines
drawn in the sand
Is
something that pushes a child the other way
And
still it is something we parents say
To
try to change something that hurts
To
take away “little miss” or “junior’s” perks
It
gets muddled and complex
We
all wish we had the text
To
follow and study
So
it wouldn’t be so muddy
Children
want parents to be proud
And
parents love to shout aloud
Praises
of their little ones
For
every single thing they’ve done
And
still we turn it around on each other
It
is the same with father and mother
Looking
for excuses to love
Those
who are part of our fold
Parents
take hands with child
By
smoothing out strife to mild
To
hold hands in mutual honor
And
do this before you’re a goner
Life
is shorter than we think
Bring
it all to your sink
And
wash away the dust of resentment
Bask
in the clean surface of contentment
Listening
and strong guiding
With
both parties abiding
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