creature comforts

some times

the smile of a stranger

comforts,

more than 

the advice

of an old friend,

comforts.

some times

the smile of 

an old friend,

comforts

more than 

the unconditional

love of a mother,

comforts.

some times

the smile

of a mother,

comforts.

some times

no amount of smiles,

and advice,

or love

comforts.

regardless of

how

unconditional.

some times

everything is dependent,

on the condition.

conditions
comfort

we are creatures of

comfort,

conditioned to

be so.

under certain

conditions,

we are simply

creatures,

and treated

as such.

comfortably,

conditioned.

are you comfortable,

in your condition?

at your service

you be my french-maid

 i your butler.

lets play our roles 

flawlessly 

and, 

serve one another.

as i arc to your will

 you bow to mine,

 silver platter in hand.

yours,

 indentured lover.

 lets play our roles,

 passionately 

disregarding, 

you burst at the seams,

 as you dust

 to find that spot

 you missed.

just two more kissed up 

and two more to the left, 

it sits, 

waiting for the sweep 

of your lips.

 nerve endings,

 stimulated.

fabrics become,

frayed.

we lay, 

scoured.

emotions scattered.

who is to clean,

our?

collective mess

quickly we both

resume our roles.

you,

my french-maid,

i your butler.

at your service,

silver platter in hand.

chemicals

i locked myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i find myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

same cycle

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

but one can

  clean
    scrub

                            rinsewash&repeat
 only so
      much,

surfaces become abrasive  

chemicals waste away

and doors remain locked

i locked myself

in the bathroom with the chemicals

,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat

until,
i find myself
 ,again







  

the dog, the book, and the children

  oh, the children.

with their innocence and malleable minds.

  oh the children.

with their innocence.

    Excrement and urine stains, temporarily.

   Words of anger and frustration, scar.

The book.

Torn into pieces.

The innocence.

Torn into pieces.

The children!

  oh, the children.

With their malleable minds.

     The anvil and hammer; words.

The book

   Words of anger and frustration, scar.

All whilst,

the dog:

stains, excrement and urine, temporarily.

solitary egomaniac

Speaking to myself.

Only when Im alone.

For I know best.

Ive known this all along.

That which speaks to me.

Shows me the path ahead,

steers me away from many-a-enemy.

The reality,

it conjures.

I must endure.

But endure is not, if truth is.

And the truth is,

I am the one,

whom I 

most adore.

Two Fat Ls

Lard and Larvae.

Substance, and decay.

Isn't it funny?

How,

from rotting flesh,

comes new life.

Sprout-lings of

disease.

This ease,

to look past.

The small things.

To avoid,

d i s s e c t ing,

               good 

taking the         from

the

      bad.

This ease,

is

the disease.

Two hogsheads of pale lager for Ms.Celiac.

"Gluten free, please"

I heard her say, from across the restaurant, through crumb riddled lips.

"I hope you choke, glutton."

She didn't hear me say, as I mumbled under my breath, through crumb riddled lips.

Inching.
Right behind her.

Closer.

Closer.

Hands clenched.
Closed,
Tightly.