Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Nobody's There

Making Love While Conscious

Open your door and nobody’s there. That’s
as good a place to start as any. Startle at sounds.
This part works especially well if you live
with someone. Forget he’s there. Be reminded.
Sometimes he sneaks up behind you and laughs.
You laugh too. Tell yourself that none of this
matters. Keep telling yourself this for as long
as it takes. As for the nights, act like you’re dying
for it to keep what’s left of the peace, make him
happy. And who knows anyway? Maybe you are.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"My life was screwed up before I was born." Steve McQueen

Cocktail Hour
Drinking music suggestion: The Essential Waylon Jennings Waylon Jennings

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday!


Charles Gramlich said...

Sounds like a behaviorist. You are what you do. Maybe it's true. Sometimes I wish it was. But the best refutation of the idea is living.

Lana Gramlich said...

I got so used to being alone that when I moved in with Charles I kept accidentally smacking him in my sleep. I had to train myself how to share a bed with someone again. Took a while. Poor guy.

Anonymous said...

Steve and I were mismatched.--Ali MacGraw

laughingwolf said...

fake it til ye make it?

nah... be honest and truthful, to yourself, first....

chris said...

Let me see. It is new so that means couch sex, floor sex, Table sex,bed sex,outside sex hell even garage sex. But make him happy sex sounds like it just turned into work sex "boring" that is. But then again maybe the person likes it that way. Ohhh, the routine life style.

I have to agree with the walking man. You know how I and religion get along but be true to thyne own self. This is a very well written poem form a womans perspective.

My life was screwed up before I was born.
I think a shrink would call that fate.

Sheila said...

I'm engaged for real now! Joey bought me a diamond ring!!! Life's been really crazy lately... we're looking for apartments and everything. I'm so excited!!!

chris said...

Strike Walking Man. I mean to say I agree with Laugingwolf, sometimes I wonder if I even know what the hell I'm reading. My Brain is in limbo.

Billy Angel said...

My first wife was a Catholic. We took pre-Cana classes. I think that's what they're called. I remember being quite pleased when the priest said it was an obligation for the wife to please her husband sexually.
I thought maybe this Catholic thing wasn't so bad after all.

Is it your Catholic upbringing haunting you? Maybe you see sex as an obligation, so it's lost all its pure sensuous stimuli.

Cheri said...

I love your poetry.

Cheri said...

I have also wanted to ask...

when you post and we comment, do you use the comments to reflect on your writing? Do you take our opinions and personal stories into consideration when you write other things? I'm just super curious and I can't believe I never asked you before.

Anonymous said...

If, according to a Sufi proverb, when you look into a mirror your reflection sees you, what happens when you look into a big, silver balloon?

Andy Warhol

chris said...

Cheri, I have ask myself that same question since the first day I logged on here.

One can not help but wonder, how much of it comes from personal feelings or situations that have arisen in the past.
Do readers opinions,personal stories matter? I wonder these things as well.

There are some great things on here, Id just like to know how they developed.

Any luck with your dog problem ?

Cheri said...


A bit. Good thing that my father works for the city that we live in.

Animal Control came by and gave them some shit. We haven't seen or heard the dogs in days.