whiskey sonnet #730: fer all that ails ya

i keep an army off doctors on staff to tend to any emergency that may arise. sniffling coughing bitching bleeding broken bruise burnt or infected.....we have a cure
i keep an army of soldiers at the ready to respond at moments notice to any perceived slight. whisper glance passing bump shrug smug or just ugly...ready at your command

and in the moments i need to summon these sacred concubines, my hither elixir
the glass hits the wood and both in deep rasp reply
"WHISKEY, you sum bitch, WHISKEY"

Pieces of Spain

Never to have a love born of fate those trinkets and dried flowers are warm pulsing soul daggers piercing armor I did not know I had. Eyes wide open and then the sweet release like the first time, it was. For now and ever it will never happen and now is not the time or whatever the case may be I still remember and take that with me. Hold close the idea, the tenderness. Tenderness, the name of the painting that is on my wall, the name of the idea painted on the walls of my heart.

I had never really thought about it before that time but you awoke that within me. You painted these walls with soft young hands and caressing out the midnight. So now I go forth knowing that it is real and not make believe, it exist. A soil I thought so far away, yet I have touched it, felt it, feel it. Pieces of Spain.

operation

removed the rest and now have concrete left chest. no chance now for heart trouble.

bouncing

bouncing blank checks off your headrest wondering when they come back returned for insuffiecient funds or fondness. i just want to lean back a couple of weeks and know now, to travel the saturn.

want me to drive?

WANT ME TO DRIVE?!

but don't worry now I just flipped it up and out of sight like mirrors in visors. it works better because I was sick of looking at me anyway. pull down black, hoodie up and sunglasses, maybe we can break the silence with a laugh.

besos is kisses

she loves a bath until the water get cold and then starts over. she toddles and swings with glee at any given moment to some song or something make believe in her head. tells me stories about monsters and appearantly I am a carebear. She is my monkey and will tell anyone who will listen. Today she asked me what rainbows taste like. I told her they must be delicious. She said I was a rainbow.

She will run and sit in your lap and read you a story, or just pull one out of thin air. She is kind to animals of the stuffed variety as she makes sure each is under the blanket and is warm...all 3000 of them. Root beer float is now a food group or at least an important part of the existing. She likes to say, "that's hilarious" and her Knock Knock jokes have no rival.

She ask me to be there when she sleeps. Though she takes half the bed at 3'3" and the entire thing if you count the tossing. She will kick off all the blankets and then crawl in my shirt to get warm.

I am so in love with her.

Black eyed bimbos and half erect winos travel these mean streets of southeast. i lock the car and check it three times and walk away and then go half a block and walk back and check it again. That toothless grin he gets when he washes my windows with his cum rage. What the hell is that blue fluid?

I don't know, but at that moment I realize there is hope for us all.

I put up the flag on the mailbox and send out letters to gods. I make collect calls pleading for a connection. I smile but I have forgotten when it is right. I laugh at the wrong jokes. At the wrong time. Or at the smiles. I begin to forget what order and what timing to use. My social cues askew. Awkward and evident festering questions of relevance. Weighted silence wait. Please wait. Insert a gesture and pray it's correct. a grimace a grin. all masking confusion. the role to play. be played. what is the context. the personality. the unease. the letters sent.