Origination

American?  Am i canned? Is that what the label reads? You tell me-

This house has tile floors, no plush carpeting -that is the cold hard truth.

I cannot drink soda or alcohol.

My body craves salmon and vegetables;

fruit in the summer, cabbage in the winter.

Potatoes are best not fried.

I don’t have extra fat, or change, or time, or

extra-ordinary investments in status.

I do not own a pet, but a certain grey cat thinks he owns me.

I have been blessed with no religion.

I like water. I am not married. I love the children 

I was fortunate enough to support-unconditionally.

I do not chit-chat or pretend, I do not have a group of Best (Fake) Friends.

I don’t make predictions or apple pie very well, neither of which are really true.

Celebrity is maniacal and silly, 

the practice of politics are dumb diversion tricks, 

making bunnies is easy, that is not magic.

I use mirrors for safety. There is  a dusty one over my 

bedroom vanity. I do not like to make-up my face(s),

although costumes can be fun at a party. 

I do not like parties or gambling.

I am gainfully not an employee,

I make no money and have more than I need. 

Luxury is not the same 'Thing' to me, it is not a tangibility.

Slang, yeah, I find myself speaking in some art, not knowing what it means,

it sounds like beauty and looks Interesting or foreign.

I am not shrinking, I am still growing. I am not afraid of death.

I am just passing through. 

Quietly as can be...

Will I pass port?


Image credit John James Audubon [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Chestnuts roasting

Rolling ares are drumrolls for seduction.
Golden brown skin is warm and toasty to the touch
Purple raven onyx hair spills thick and rich as oil.
Blonde, plain as rolling straw fields under crushed velvet against the cornflower sky,
steel blue machine and John Deere make carbon copies of Barbies.
Talking with the hands demonstrates tactile prowess, in a squint of meaning words wont work,
and yes, I think Russians have the best lips,
I would hazard to guess this-unless I can be proven wrong.
Since making softer and warmer with hard and cold can be concisely done quite malleably, the other way wont work the same.
Along with heat sinking glares and hidden thoughts that need not originate from a family tree, they can be a new seed.
Indeed, to me, exuberant ells and excessive tees can be both
quite love-ly
and always welcome to a poor peasant, such as native to nowhere me
seeking some taste
in a word.


Painting by Sergey Vasilyevich Ivanov, Foreigners arrival to Moscow (1901) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.