Thursday, August 11, 2011
better than good -- Poetry 2011
heat seeped into the cavern...
distant mirage danced amongst sand devils
unrelenting heat baking the desert.
only relief was siesta for all two or
four legged creatures living in hellacious
wasted land; little shade was offered
by the cacti and other flora...
the documentary droned on, she only
went to these things because HE did.
why was she supposed to follow him
like a loyal obedient dog?
waking up to the fact that he was
a total bore; a major sleeping pill;
relentless in his expeditious spouting
of scientific expertise gleaned from books,
not interested in bad boys, thrills & chills,
reckless behavior, she questioned this option.
parental approval was aimed in their direction
hinting for a date; pressure, pressure was
weighing her down and away from her usual
effervescent self - even her friends noticed.
a mind clearing experience was necessary;
no one, well her parents and this handpicked
potential fiancé would approve of a girl's only
adventure to foreign lands... under constant
surveillance nothing was in writing or voice mail.
thankful that the landscaper had left the old
Maple close to her house, she had to bite her
tongue to keep the giggles away for sneaking
out via the tree - so adolescent yet at 30 years
old - her life was better than good already...