New Little Vines. Here is this week’s array.
the ghost so deep in thought but he clocks out at sunrise
then he’s just a spirit looking for some spirits.
Give him another gin and tonic, please.
she called me up all agitated
her harried expression and disheveled hair
clearly audible over the phone
I try Plan A each time
but the same old troubles dog me
Meanwhile Plan B strains on its leash ready to go
Plan C snaps at me from inside its cage. Oh dear.
My advice: laugh in green
flaunt in yellow
worry in a deep dark red
a mug of mouthwash
and a kiss
He told me I couldn’t fifteen well enough to fool a marshmallow
I said You just keep your blasted twenty-one to yourself
You haven’t seen me eighty-eight yet, have you?
about a quarter-mile
from the palindrome
we began to sense the nature of its oscillation
I felt that memory rise out of the dark –
a segment in the line of omens
streaming from the subconscious
side by side in my pocket and arguing –
that hypocrite the free-spending credit card and
its nagging partner the itemized transaction bill
a small fire earlier this afternoon
in your beard
and you ruined that nice necktie! What a shame.
Investments in flower seeds
never fail to pay off –
Thank you, zinnias, for this summer.
it’s still a little fuzzy what happened.
I never make two mistakes in a row
Usually it’s a lot more. Are you sure?
we’re all liars
but as they say at sundown around here
tomorrow’s another day
the swagger attitude of
vigilante hot pepper sauce red
meets a sweet-spoken bucket of vanilla ice cream –
Results: a hiss of steam. That’s us all right.
The shovel. A skull. A swing, a crack –
Oh, lighten up. Enough with the drama at breakfast.
It’s a spoon and an egg for goodness’ sake. Eat.
on any other day
maybe my precarious hold on back to normal
would be something to laugh about
Turns out it was a spell of
too good to be true,
except for you, sweetheart. Except for you.
no one ever proved
back to normal
could be bought with a lifetime of therapy bills
not the only universe there is
but here is the one where we are –
so be careful. The omens speak for themselves.