A Different Question

A gaggle of (primarily female) relatives.
I refuse to be apologetic
And defiantly declare
My child is ..well..not normal..
Anguished inquiries about-the specific medical term,
How? Which specialists do I intend to consult?
How did the mother-in-law react?
Will I give up my job?

To think you lifted me from this simply
By asking me his name.

Reason-fail

Mid-argument I stall,
Suddenly weary
Do I care to pierce that hide?
Your pigeon like,globular tone
Of being amply justified.

Unscientific

Freezing point is 0K.

Like hell it isn't.

On Success and The Pliable Man

I came.

I saw...

I concurred.*Shrug of shoulders*

Domestic

Considering,
How many rants have been
washed down the kitchen sink,
And how impervious the clothes
Are to my rage.
I thought.
Why not.

So,to tell
I sat you on my lap.
(Like when I spoon Cerelac
Into your mouth?)
And if nothing
It was heartening
When you knit your little brows together
(Pausing to think?)
Before you said-
"Gloop".


P.S-Im getting worried.Noone is getting what I write any longer.If this makes sense,do tell.

Scratch The Surface

So sophisticated,
For I hold my luggage
Fingers lightly hooked.

A little anxious-
Should you pull?
I will clasp.
Should you tug?
Then I'll clench.
And see those fists of steel.\


p.s-Acha,for clarification the should you is to be read as in case you.Otherwise it makes not a darned bit of sense.

Growing Up

When you you look back at your been there,done that life and wonder-what the fuck for?