Tiny Ants

Wandering through the universe

Like tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

 

We are the tiny ants

Without even knowing it

 

We are more worried about irrelevant things

Things that we think are important

 

School

Taxes

Marriage

Kids

 

None of that really matters in the end

We are just tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

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The Quiet

Walking to the car with friends at 11:47 at night

because

last time was too

close to the wire.

Talking about nothing

Wave good-bye

Get in the car and

drive.

Parked car in a

salty spot

Turn off the engine

power down

open the door

to the quiet night

take it in

smell the wintery air

feel the midnight breeze through your hair

listen to the quiet

no birds

no talking

no crowds

just peace

and quiet

Strictly Salad

For Shannon

We had never been the couple to take pictures in public.

To live the fairytale

But now

We are strictly salad.

 

We have lost the blaze that keeps us alive

We used to be like Jack and Rose

But now

We are strictly salad.

 

We sit at the dining room table

Playing with our food like a child

Moving the lettuce from one side to another.

Feeling the conversation slip for years

Dripping from our lips like dressing

 

Turning us into

Strictly salad.

The Yogurt Party

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide what kind of yogurt

is the best.

Blueberry or Strawberry

Chunks or no chunks

So many options

 

The sweet tanginess of having the yogurt

enter your mouth is a religious experience.

Feeling the rich flavor flow down your throat.

 

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide who to invite.

The best people to invite is any one who

loves yogurt!

 

The brilliant bonding of everyone

having the experience the tangy of yogurt

 

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide what kind of music to play.

The best music for a yogurt party,

is polka music.

Polka music is yogurt in a song.

The crazy sounds and flavors

co-mingle to create a unique

party!

Welcome to Snob Cobb

I am from a place that smells like fish trees and pollen

With cheap hair spray and gas exhaust

With fake nails and fake tan that make you look like an oompa lumpa

With the expensive perfume from soccer moms worn to their meeting

With the PTA

Thinking that their opinion about school lunch really matters

 

Smelling the grease from Chick-Fil-A

And

The sweetness of the house wine of the south

 

The true meaning of

Bless your heart

And that spaghetti junction is not a restaurant

 

Knowing that right next to your neighborhood is a cemetery with a confederate flag

And no one understands why you don’t put up christmas lights

Why you only get along with one set of your neighbors because anti-semitism is still a thing

Being one of the only non-christian children in your neighborhood

 

Wishing for the snow so that school will gets canceled

Even if it is just a forth of an inch

 

Hearing the gaggles of girls at Perimeter mall in their uggs and shorts even though it is only

40 degrees

 

With the T-shirts that cover their sports shorts and the girls on their iphones

 

The place you call Snob Cobb

Where nobody walks and only drives

Where you hear the sound of a crying child gasping for air in a hot car

 

Wanting to be somewhere else

Anywhere else

Feeling the sweat drip from their brow and getting angry because this will be on the 11alive news

 

Knowing that even though all this bad stuff happens here,

You, are still from Snob Cobb

The Water Falls

When I first told you I had a cork in my throat.

Like a

Bottle of soda that had been shaken

Letting the pressure build up

Watching the liquid

Bubble up to the top

Waiting

to be released.

 

But I let the words dripple out

Like drizzle on Sunday morning

And your face softened with concern.

 

Telling you I had the aqua funk

was one of the hardest things I have ever done for myself

But I am grateful.

Grateful for the strength

Grateful for the courage

that

I am strong enough

But sometimes

I feel small.

 

And

 

I finally realized

I am

NOT

alone.

 

And now you know.

Because when the dark thoughts come

I know that I can come to you

And

I know that you care

and

I know that you love me.

Just a Piece of Garbage

Walking around feeling dull

Wanting to keep going

 but you feel the stink on your skin

It has drenched your body

Leaving no surface untouched.

You are insignificant

 like a particle of dust

Floating in the air,

Landing on a surface

A surface untouched

With nothing around

But empty space.

You are thrown from your safety nest

Awaken by the cold sweat of another

Taken from the warmth you are thrown away

Into a big black trash bag

Just like a piece of garbage.