Thursday, December 29, 2011

He Said She Said

Just a little something of which I had to purge my head.
Enjoy.

-Invino

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He Said She Said

She said, "What are you? Crazy?"
I said, "What's the alternative?"
She said, "Sanity. What'd you think?"
I said, "I dunno. Maybe something more open-minded."
I said, "Why? Which one has better drugs?"
She said, "Insanity."
I said, "Well, in that case, I'm crazy., yes."
I paused and looked her in her eyes and smiled.
She did not smile.
She stood there trying to find something in my eyes.
Trying to determine my intention,
My next move,
Forgetting the moment at hand.
I broke the ice, "By the way,
Have you seen my spare...
[Pause for dramatic effect.]
...rootabaga?"
There we went.
She smiled.
I said, "I'm not half as crazy,
As you think I should think you think I am."
She said, "Kiss me, you crazy shit."
I said, "Gladly, nutty woman."
And I kissed her.
She said, "As long as you are crazy,
I can't be mad at you for long."
I said, "I know.
It's part of my master plan."
I said, "It's no fun being crazy alone,
When you only have one voice in your head,
Even if it does sound like Bozo on Helium."
She smiled again.
I smiled, too.


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Invino Veritas
12/29/11
EOF

Monday, December 12, 2011

Solace

Solace

The mornings were tintinnabulous,
Not at all fantabulous,
It began with his toes forced apart,
By dehydration that struck to the heart,
And it traveled to his calves,
Tearing his stance into two halves,
The cold bit his spine near his hips,
Thoroughly reminded he was ill-equipped,
To deal with the day unmedicated,
To prolong his abstinence from being sedated,
So he could forget and arrest,
The three-legged race in his chest,
So he could sit and enjoy a day out of bed,
Sip tea and and look into the countryside instead,
Forget the pounding allergy in his brain,
And concentrate on the pitter-patter of rain,
It was there within those drops,
The turning leaves as, in the air, they flopped,
He found his solace, his cloak,
There, inside, his coals he did stoke,
Produced embers of gold rising higher,
Elevated spirits to admire,
To spread some momentary warmth, some fire,
For those who wish to forget all things dire,
To find time for himself instead,
To sip tea in view of the countryside,
Where all things good were at once spied.


Invino Veritas
12/12/11
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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Random Verses With Little Purpose

Said the paper to the printer,
"Your shaft is slick and glistening,
But your belly makes an awful noise,
Yetsofar as we've been listening."
And tempting fate, the printer said,
"My dears, listen as I entreat you,
As you lay upon my tray,
I promise not to eat you.
So close your eyes and relax right there,
Let me adorn you with my toner,
Nevermind the rumbles heard,
I assure you it's not a boner,
But rather a sweeping printer's head,
Dabbing lightly with its jet,
Making but precision marks,
Where expectations are surely met."

Invino Veritas
11/9/11

Intention was never a part,
Of what tore them apart,
For her, he was never enough gay,
For him, she'd never commit to play,
She, born with pride and institution,
One that gave her mind absolution,
And He, born of intimate resolve,
A chaotic, eternal quandry he could never solve,
The more he tried,
The more she denied,
What she saw in him to be remiss,
Was what she would so quickly dismiss,
And finally he left it to fate and mere chance,
Continued to note her sideways glance,
In his element, they engaged in denial,
In her's, they summoned Belial,
A substitution that meant to beguile,
The meaning behind each other's smile.

Invino Veritas
11/14/11


'Twas in the sky above the bay,
Betwixt two clouds above the hills,           
Three warring kings did one day meet, 
The tired men with beards of gray, 
with tired voices time made shrill,  
Neither king declaring defeat

Invino Veritas
11/29/11


Whether furthest planets or distant stars,
Our future holds for us to one day reach,
It shall never be the shores of Neptune,
But, rather, a familiar, well known beach,
Where tired minds bask and hearts again croon,
Of distant shores dreamt, and believed too far.

Invino Veritas
11/29/11