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in explaining my most recent poem do I become the Contrarian sullen and smug the one who thinks she's high and mighty kicking over my stool like its my throne well there isn't one I don't have one this is merely an observation agree disagree don't read or walk away you have the choice trust me--ha ha there is an endangered species called trust today in the laundry room the upstairs neighbor not MY neighbor as we are not friends and he is by no means ever friendly says to me "Now when I leave here, don't take my clothes out of the dryer before its dry, got that." then slams the basement door huffs off "got that." he eyed me suspiciously like I had done this before it was not quite 8:30 in the morning rise and shine happy pilgrims I had just fed the crows some leftovers from the chicken which my boyfriend had the store's butcher cut into pieces... I fed them the leftovers the liver, heart, gizzard along with other morsels of brown rice, vegetables and other meatier bits I felt like a meaty bit chewed up a tad not quite spat out the crows were more grateful for my company this cool rainy morning I answered the upstairs neighbor with a silent nod too stunned and struck dumb I was even with one strong cup of coffee already coursing through my blood I arose from the funereal scene in the laundry room dusted myself off a bit chose instead to speak with the crows (I had to forget the shaved-headed gargoyle with the tattoos) who cried quite raucously upon seeing me as they seemed happy enough for one of my secretive hand-outs I hoped they would miss me long after I ceased to be their neighbor I knew after a morning like this I would surely miss them. Copyright February 1 2015 ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD ALL RANTS/IDEAS/POETRY/PROSE ARE THE EXPRESSED LEGAL PROPERTY OF THIS WRITER ****************************************************************************************** edited February 2, 2015 Vote for this poem |
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