Not topless

Sigh. I wear various t shirts and sweatshirts and other things atop my PJ bottoms. I wouldn’t do that to the eyes of my cohabitating human beans! (That’s for those who thought I was larking about on Thursday in nothing but … yeah, I should have been clearer.)

Thus far, I have been a complete bum over this three-day weekend (Monday is Presidents’ Day here, where we are meant to honor George Washington’s birthday, February 22, and Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, February 12, all in one fell swoop). Of course, today being Sunday, Snail Day, Laundry Day, might just kick things up a gear. Or not! I’ve got some reading to do, and might whitter in the laundry room as is my wont often enough, and must go sit in a park on this cold day for some time (reading, methinks) because N’s friend is coming over, and the boys want to go on the swings, and G isn’t allowed to bop around the neighborhood without adult supervision, although I don’t understand why as the sun is shining and he isn’t the sort of kid who is prone to getting into trouble, or doing much of anything as far as I can tell. (This is our Eddie Haskell, minus the more interesting characteristics. We keep trying, for N’s sake, to like him, but we just can’t seem to do it. So we tolerate him, and try not to let on. N likes him just fine, of course. Our bad.)

Whittery bits stemming from who knows where. Have a grand day, please.

Rudimentary
of doubtful value
definitely dangerous
face to the wall in opposition
to everything and nothing

When it comes
no one will know more than they did
back then
because chemistry and circuitry
distort intended messages

Why you will wonder
all the note seems to say is
no one walks into doorknobs
even when fifteen and rarely
looking up

So many things you don’t want to know
added to those you can’t tell
half-baked and hidden
curled up in a naugahyde nest
there’s just no sense in it

~~~~~~~~~~

Precocious and precarious
a decade ahead and thus declared insane
haunted coupled with unwanted
made the next generation
then all seeped through cracks
in the foundation

Plaster and paint and pipes
for homes never in disarray
lives not misconstrued by pledges
there are still things
clear as rain
unspoken as mist