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De Jour of the Week (11/15/09)

11/15/09

“As soon as the coin in the coffer springs, the soul from purgatory springs.” I remember that from European History class my junior year of high school, and I found a way to throw the phrase “coin in coffer” into something! Yeah nerd-ness!

An Ode to All Things but Expensive Things

If you open your eyes, ears, nose, hands, mouth and mind
A great many things you’re bound to find.
These things will range from terrible to amazing
Depending on your particular liking or disliking

Yes, I’m saying that you should even try the bad
Because good’s much better when it’s not all you’ve had.
You can’t have the Himalayas without terrible earthquakes
You won’t know the highest highs without heart breaks.

But, I’m afraid things aren’t as simple as what I’m saying
Because many things you can’t experience without experiencing paying.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a radical, some revolutionary,
Looking to turn the world upside rightside wrongside topsy turvy.

I’m just writing this to find some dear, kind, sympathetic soul
Someone who hears my plight and wants to make my life more full.
Can you believe, I haven’t once experienced the joy of owning a mansion
Or tasted ice cream so good that I embrace mid-section expansion?

I think it’d only be decent to let me drive some Italian-made car
Or at the very least let me sit and sip wine in some Napa valley bar.
I’d love to sit one day, and for you, write an ode to all things
But until your coin hits my coffer, this is my ode to all things but expensive things.

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De Jour of the Week (11/9/09)

11/9/09

After writing this I took a nap.

An Ode to Naps

It’s Sunday and I’ve just eaten

My team just played, and were badly beaten.

I think you know what I’m getting at –

It’s time to take the example of my sage cat.

A yawn, a stretch, and a sleepy grin,

On my couch I’m nicely tucked in.

I close my eyes and I’m in another place

My thoughts slow to a crawling pace.

That food I ate was heavy, just like my eyes,

And then I’m asleep, which should be no surpri-zzzzz …

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De Jour of the Week (10/27/09)

10/27/09

Wrote this during lunch break at work. I had a taco salad today.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles are for Cries, Wails, and Ear-Splitting Squeals

Don’t sit there, don’t sit there, don’t sit there!
… You sat there.
My teeth smile, but my eyes glare
A cold. Unforgiving. Harsh. Glare.
Why the malicious stare?

A woman, with her child
Whose disposition one could never, ever, call mild
Has just set this child
This thing easily-riled
This thing that is so wild,
This thing that looks so out of contriled,

On a seat next to me.
Said creature looks around to see
But all I see
All I need to see
All I see, even with lids closed and mind shut and eyes looking way out over that way and music blasting me

Is that decibel producing,
Drool profusing,
Bathroom conducing,
Smelly child (and that smell can be quit nausea inducing.)

And now my plane, train or automobile ride
Is a showcase for a crying, wailing or squealing THING at my side

And, worry not, that’s not all –
Bottles, bags, wipes, snacks, blankets, diapers, clothes, toys, et. al,
My space is invaded by this mobile mall

Mothers! Fathers! Take note of this wordy complaint!
I’m happy to sit by you if you realize while your child is cute, – it’s no saint

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