Changes, part 4

We sit
     in a circle
     not because
     it signifies unity
     but because
     we have a
     360 {degree}
     televison screen
     
It shows
     episodes of
     Punky Brewster
     on an
     infinite loop
     and together
     in a circle
     we watch
     
We glean
     different bits
     as we sit
     though each
     of us watch
     the exact
     same episode
     at the exact same time
     
I see
     a young girl
     abandoned
     by her mother,
     goddamned Susan Brewster,
     but it can’t be too bad
     ’cause Punky hasn’t yet
     eaten Brandon

Our daughter
     sees a brown dog,
     and ridiculous
     shoes, and wonders
     if an old man
     would stop to help
     if she were left
     alone in Chicago
     
My wife
     eyes Henry
     suspiciously;
     wants to trust
     he’s got nothing
     but Punky’s best interests
     guiding his lonely,
     weary heart
     
Our son
     thinks Cherie
     is a saint
     and sounds bitter
     when he says,
     “In real life,
     they’d just
     call the cops”
     
We sit
     in a circle
     not because
     we’re united
     but because
     it’s the best way
     to view
     the whole story

Changes, part 4

The Cornerstone of Strong Communities

The last house
          that was not a home
but a moan                          in an unlit night,

White walls
     polished mouse skulls
basement a swamp
     where the children           once played           –
     
–          what use                pants without pockets?
–          what use                muted earth?
–          what use                populism of lies?

The last house
          that was never a home
but a groan                     from settling right,

Cracked foundation…

     are they out of their minds

                         …they’ll never get what they’re asking

The Cornerstone of Strong Communities

Friday Lyrics Mash: Hell’s Jingle Bells

I’m coming on like a hurricane
I’m gonna get ya,  Satan, get ya
Hitch him to an open sleigh
Go it while you’re young
But quickly drove away

Hell’s bells
My temperature’s high
In a one-horse open sleigh

Hell’s bells
Satan’s coming to you
Was seated by my side

Hell’s bells
You got me ringing
Just get a bob-tailed bay

Hell’s bells
Laughing all the way

I got my bell, I’m gonna take you to Hell
Jingle all the way
You’re only young but you’re gonna die
Misfortune seemed his lot
And crack! You’ll take the lead

Jingle bells, jingle bells
I got my bell I’m gonna take you to Hell

Hell’s bells
Dashing through the snow
Two forty as his speed

Hell’s bells
He’s ringing them now

Hell’s bells
Across the sky
Oh! what fun it is to ride

If you’re into evil, you’re a friend of mine
I won’t take no prisoners won’t spare no lives
A day or two ago
I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives
See the white light flashing as I split the night
Making spirits bright
Now the ground is white

Hells bell’s
Gonna split the night
Jingle bells, jingle bells

Hell’s bells
They’re taking you down

A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
Those Hell’s bells, the temperature’s high

Hell’s bells
Jingle all the way
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

I went out on the snow,
Nobody’s puttin’ up a fight
My lightning’s flashing across the sky
I thought I’d take a ride
I’m gonna get ya, Satan, get ya

Hell’s bells
O’er the fields we go

Hell’s bells
What fun it is to laugh and sing

Nobody’s putting up a fight
Hell’s bells

A sleighing song tonight!

Friday Lyrics Mash: Hell’s Jingle Bells

WordPress is still blue and so are we

Things that have happened while you were away:

  1. America lost its mind.
  2. Millions of turkeys died for your sins.
  3. Preutopia moved to a new, stately manor, creatively titled, Preutopia III: Home Warriors.
  4. I once again failed NaNoWriMo but did get about 36K words put into a dastardly, puzzling thing of language that one day may see the full whites of your eyes.
  5. A Tribe Called Quest released my favorite album of the year.
  6. My beard grew more wiry.
  7. My tongue grew more wicked.
  8. My heart grew more weary.
  9. My hopes grew more distant.
  10. My desires grew lips and finally kissed me back.
WordPress is still blue and so are we