“My Mother – 1”


scene

 

I survey the scene

one like this doesn’t take hours to make

this is dedication and planning

a labor of love that’s too demanding

too fierce

too free

she needs some restriction

because this is crazy…

I told her that she needs to downsize

she just laughed at me

christmas all year

and you’re not a christmas store

the floor like this

this is a hoard

a stash

decorations and bows

wreaths and garlands

curtains and china…

talk about service

she could cater the democrat

and republican conventions

all on the same night

the collection of silverware and plates

enormous…

this can’t be sane

half the time

I never plan on staying for more than 4 nights

its move this

pack this

place this here

did you run the errands

and my tools

they around here somewhere…

she have the house so done up

its more like bound to me

boxes and chairs

mattresses and  don’t you dear forget

the christmas trees

of her own creation

her own application

and methodic fabrication

2 ten foot

2 eight foot

2 six-foot

strategically placed…

decorated and laden

to the T

don’t mess with this woman

when she is in the zone

she is a robot

a drone

if she could

you would marvel at what this almost 70-year-old

could do

on her own

the woman has no fear…

I stand and hate

but admire the clutter I see

how can I just ignore this woman

she has done so much for me

i`m glad she` s my mother

but this unbelievable

sometimes senseless hobby

has to cease…

.

Da Absentee © 2011

*****

I really don’t put people in my family into writing, but sometimes it’s the only thing i can do. She has a problem that no one else wants to call her on. (talking about my siblings) I have told her it’s a waste. No one is going to continue this after she’s gone. It’s time to leave it alone.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

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“Golden” #Repost


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Silent behind 4 walls
sunrise, cool night breeze lingers in the window.
eventful day, schedule shows
first back & forth
silhouettes erode
breakfast, clean and launder clothes
buttery eggs
with toast on salty lips
days off
no face
no clock ticks
work indoors as the day glows
some skin exposed.
Turning transition clears turns, turns you to me…
we clean every which way
reflection cleaner to class the day
you’re in solid form
almost norm
fluff all the right places
just my height
just my taste
you know your just my shape
fruit salad your just my plate
wait…
landscape…
wax, polish, spit shine
with a slow song written all over your face
the salad, green tart grapes
easy music listening
dishes sparkling, shotting gin on a lazy day
stirred not shaken
regular wash
hardly starched
don’t need you done up
just lightly dressed
sandals, panties, bra, worn flowered dress
not going anywhere so you can skip the rest
hints and quips
never speech
silent but understood
bending. sweeping. standing on feet.
I just stare…
everything else .. obsolete
smell of fresh clean laundry fills the air
kid searching… find them nowhere
just me & you
you & me
I & you
you & I…
lovely how the time…
…turtles… by
quick snack
20 minute adult nap
barter nick knacks
warm popsicle
for a hot snatch
then calibrate the rest of the day
just to relax.
sun floats down while the night falls
finally we drift silent behind 4 walls…

© Da Absentee 2011

*****

When I wrote this, I was in the middle of a mini vacation where it so happen that the wife and I were able to spend the day alone. Without the kids “enjoying ourselves”.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Our Common State”


earth

walk through a garden
soil, un-tilled, dry and coarse
leaves wilted and hardened
rocks aside and water given
problem with progression
moving and giving some things not worth repeating

valley low to mountain high
flags raised, alarms sound
obtain tactics to scare
whats wrong
from sky to sand we walk on

life source depleting
under privileged not eating
wives and kids abused… beaten
no mercy given

honestly
society has no reason to hire me
oppression tires me
depressing
minds chopped and screwed

myself …
thankful for being so blessed
putting my life’s soul to the test
I don’t have everything
but im up again going for the rest
we deserve what we work for and get

young become parents
so there is faulty foundation
tell me
dimensions for the next generation
what are they rendered and grown out from
abortions, high murder rate,
economic downfall, high interest rates
not to mention all this hate
this is the worst … developing some of the hardest things to break

looking for love
so it can vibrate,
we meditate
trying to elevate
issues we must solve, resolve and dissolve
if we are ever to reach our proper place

© Da Absentee 2012

*****

Just thinking of the world we live in and how or what can I do to help change it. Change it for the better. After all we call it “home” we should attempt to clean and fix it up.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Golden”


Silent behind 4 walls
sunrise, cool night breeze lingers in the window.
eventful day, schedule shows
first
back & forth silhouettes erode
breakfast, clean and launder clothes
buttery eggs with toast on salty lips
days off
no face
no clock ticks
work indoors as the day glows
some skin exposed.
Turning
transition clears
turns
you turn me…
we clean
every which way
reflection cleaner to class the day
you’re in solid form
almost norm
fluff all the right places
just my height
just my taste
you know you just my shape
fruit salad
your just my plate
wait…
landscape…
wax polish
spit shine
with a slow song written all over your face
back to the salad
green tart grapes
easy music listening
dishes sparkling
shot-in gin
on a lazy day
stirred not shake-in
regular wash
hardly starched
don’t need you done up
just lightly dressed
sandals, panties, bra, worn flowered dress
not going nowhere so you can skip the rest
hints and quips
never speech
silent but understood
bending. sweeping. standing on feet.
I just stare…
everything else ..
obsolete
smell of fresh clean laundry fills the air
kid searching…
find them nowhere
just me & you
you & me
I & you
you & I
lovely how the time
turtles
by
quick snack
20 minute adult nap
barter nick knacks
warm popsicle for a hot snatch
then calibrate the rest of the day
just to relax.
sun floats down
while the night falls
and finally we drift
silent
behind 4 walls…

Da Absentee © 2011

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When I wrote this, I was in the middle of  a mini vacation where it so happen that the wife and I were able to spend the day alone. without the kids “enjoying ourselves”.

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