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Mad at the Moon

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Light not of your core.

You are a dusty old

satellite that pulls the

waters by your gravity,

not your excellence.

My faith in your power

is something I never

speak of anymore

Don’t cry for me orb

I have moved onto

a plan to accept your

indifference to my

suffering and to howl

when you appear

Stupid plan of course

but in the absence of

Divine intervention a phase

I have to go through

Maybe randomness is next

to godliness, or on top.

My innocence is gone

but each night I say

goodnight dear moon.

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My Thunder Blanket

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She said she wanted to take a kick boxing class

Wow! Yes! Great Idea!

I called the Women’s Crisis Line and asked for self defense classes

The appointment was for 4:30

She clutched her pink pepper spray canister in Starbucks,

glaring at the two men that made the hideous mistake of

sitting on the couches adjacent to her chair.

My God! She is gone. My usual frantic search of the

parking lot.

She slammed the door of my car! Some people like to sit alone!

The bald instructor demonstrated a taser knife

Good God! What strange shit will go down next.

I stare at the TV commercial of the dog owner

lovingly velcroing the frightened dog into it’s vest

Is there one in my size?


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Molested

Sedaris

There doesn’t have to be a reason,

if you label someone an addict.

They just can’t help themselves

is what everyone thinks.

Take away the nightmares

and they don’t have to numb themselves?

Nope. They need a make believe friend

to save them from their everyday pain.

A make believe friend that loves them.


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Womanly

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She’s a real Woman, no girly girls here.

Won me over that she looked more Amazon

than Victoria’s Secret (she loves her ice cream!)

and No Patriotism (means she hates Trump too!)

“They Don’t Deserve You “. A’int that the truth.

Sorry but I feel that Chris Pine is above average

but the guys showing up on my shores are wanting.


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Guilded

Ivana

My step father said I looked like “old money”.

That was me in a white suit and skirt.

I don’t wear white all that much anymore.

You can’t worry about going to a laundromat

after leaving your washer and dryer behind in the last move.

Once you lose that upper middle class status and become

a pay check to paycheck Mother, your kids wear denim and cotton.

The privileged have the Nanny do their braids.