Mom's Kitchen

She could not tell you now what she was thinking
As she sat in her mothers kitchen
Stirring a pot
She was still young then
wearing her favorite white dress, lace trimmed
Wanted to cook just like mom
She stood then on tip toes inspecting hot contents
She would stir
The kitchen the same now as it was when she was a little girl
Painted a fresh coat of white with flower curtains hanging
Over the sink, the ones her daddy hated so much
She is reminded of good times when she would sit
On her daddy's lap or sip cocoa with mom
At that very table, the one in the corner of the room
That was her time to vent, to cry as she often did
Tears that would burn straight through to her soul
Her mother would listen intently as she would prepare the next meal
with such a calmness in her voice for her beloved daughter
On long days like this when feelings of inadequacy would flood back
Years now lost, she would turn to her dear mother who would ease her fears
Only if someone would have told that little girl in the white dress
To be as free as long as she could
But all of this is lost
Because I cannot tell you now what she was thinking.

The Fantastic Feast

They thought i couldn't do it.
But,
the trap was set
SNAP
I had him
Fluttering his wings screaming BEEP-BEEP
I had finally caught him
He is roasting now
Smell it
BBQ sauce
Just the way I like to eat my road kill
It all happened one day when me Wile E. Coyote
Was once again duped by "dinner"
So instead of chasing it like I usually would set my trap
and went about my business.
No more BEEP-BEEP
No more me being victim of disaster.
Lip cocked back showing razor sharp teeth,
Not me anymore!
By the way he tastes great.

Who needs a car

Yesterday my car died on me, and the dog ate my homework.

Well I don't have a dog and ,y car really didn't die it just wouldn't start.

But my computer did crash and my scan disk went blank.

My car coughed and gagged and wouldn't turn over if it were pushed.

I banged in the steering wheel as I cried out "I hate this car".

I could smell the gas fumes and my eyes began to tear

My eyes could hear what my ears refused to see

Even Edgar Jones in New Haven knew that car wasn't going to start.

To make my day even better I missed the bus

My peeps from next door hooked me up with a ride

The warm day of agony

Came in like a dream and left the same

Well it would be a while before Jen Jen would drive her car again

A week later would be the first time the car would be driven

Mi Vida Loca

The air around it would sing a new tune and the car

would hum along with it,

This being the cars,

to walk alongside the clouds like a bird

leaving me to hear the motion

of my car dieing on me yesterday.

Yesterdays

New York is not that far from my heart,

More like Brooklyn.

And You

Chocolate Brown and tall

Melt in your mouth not in your hands

Fine!

I travel to enter your space,

The train is the only way to go

I remember the smell of your cologne,

When it was on me

Lingering around like a hug

Curve

Like a lasting memory lingers

The taste of your full lips

As you kiss mines

Reminds me of ripe melon

sweetened with honey

The salute you gave

Ever so gently

When it was time to get up,

Was all I ever needed.

Just to be next to you

Receiving a simple embrace,

The clock still chimes

In awe of our love

Exploring the spaces on me

That you know all to well

Using the stairs to get to my heart

You climb

To the peak to you go

Relishing at your awaited victory

Your great climactic scene.

Remembering

To ever so sweetly,

Set the alarm clock.