Expressive Domain

Pancakes Served For Supper

Stop
your blubbering.

The fact that I have been
up since six
running ragged,
worn and shredded,
asked to solve
yet another person’s
urgent trauma,
is apparently not
a concern of yours
as you drop your demands
onto my overflowing stack.

But you caught me
at the end of my Jonah day,
exhausted, crabby,
and downright
drowned
and no amount
of sweetly sticky
gooey compliments
will help me
swallow that.

GPS

A languid dude
tells absolute location
with attitude
in lounge wear;
pain and just living
co-exist
in his world.

It is hard to locate
the energy he needs
to find her,
so he sleeps.

No place for dreams.

Only blackness needed,
so necessary to heal
the anguish
he leaves
on his pillow
where love and betrayal
crossed lines.

Dog Gone

Once the seeds have been spit
they hide in the grass
and even the dog loses them
begging for more.

I can’t pull them back
lost where they fell,
but save me your comments
’cause I need a strong kiss.

You shared your watermelon,
offered with a cold shoulder,
but save me your sweater
’cause I need a long sleeve.

Your cutting remarks
not meant for the dog
shed my watermelon tears
on this hot summer day.

Now you’ll have to beg.

Party of Two?

Tummy full, curled nose to tail,
eyes closed in quiet repose,
my cat does not care
that we are alone.

She sleeps through the hollow
of your shoes not on the stair
and the airborne silence
of the kid’s video games.

Conversations with a sleeping cat
are one sided and lacking
any emotional attachment
struggling to keep me awake.

Alone together, we nap.