Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Retired Poetess

And lo, the heart doth open on golden springes,

Oh how fucking stupid. Lo. Really? Lo dee oh doe. La la la. Down shoobee doo down down. I wonder what Neil Sedaka's doing these days? He might be dead or something. Never mind! Write!

The heart, bedded neath its blanket of care, opening on golden--

No! It sounds like a burrito or a pill dispenser or something. I can't work hungry. What's in the house?

~one trip to the store, and fixing lunch, and eating lunch, and a nap, later....

heart cart fart part K Mart

Maybe if i walk the dog, my head will come up with something. Don't forget poop bags. 

~one dog walk later~

Lo, the

I wonder what's on Face Book? Ha! Talking cats, I love those. LIKE. Oh here's that silly woman asking to be friends again. She actually posts pictures of her bunions. That's low...

Lo, the springes of the heart open under Psyche's...

Psyche? Circe? Mars? March! I'm gonna march you down the aisle! April! You're the Easter bunny when you smile! Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl--

Spring-ed heart, lo the ...cart? chart? Convenient Food Mart?

I'm hungry again. Then bed. Zac's tired. Wait, there's an "ER" re-run on. Oh wow, the guy's in a coma. That's rough. They say that waking up is hard to doooooo, I know it is, I know that it's truuuuuue... What about the poem? *yawn*

Zzzzzzz. 
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for Metafiction with Kerry at Toads.  

 



   

    

20 comments:

estella said...

This is so funny.

I sure giggled over this:

"She actually posts pictures of her bunions. That's low...

Lo, the springes ..."

I too have recently been reminded just how much I enjoy ER.

estella said...

I'm glad you posted that fabulous song. I don't think I've heard the whole thing before.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh yes, lol, too true! And brilliantly put together. (Though, unlike estella, I think that's an awful song ... well, the lyrics. And yes, even the bouncy tune.)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This made me grin! I love how you describe the process of writing and all that occurs in between!❤️ Beautifully rendered.

Cloudia said...

Retirement is the final frontier!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Cackling. Well, Kerry SAID to have fun with it. And you did. So much fun to read.

Dani H said...

isn't it glorious that you can just do whatever you damn well please whenever you please... or not.

Sioux Roslawski said...

Shay--I have a couple of retired friends here in St. Louis who write less now that they're retired. It's as if they wrote more when they had to squeeze the time in.

I'm sure that won't happen to you...

gillena cox said...

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Much love...

Blogoratti said...

That made me chuckle, great read indeed, and warm greetings to you!

Debi Swim said...

This adhd poem reminds me of the way I think. Jumping around from thought to distraction.

Kerry O'Connor said...

And thus I am handed my just deserts! (Desserts?)

I had such a laugh, Shay. Thanks for that.

Mama Zen said...

Lo, the cart upon so much depends on the red bucket of chicken from K Mart . . .

Sarah Russell said...

You've been following me around. This poem is absolutely wonderful! Connected with every. single. line.

Magaly Guerrero said...

This is SOOO good. I was laughing so hard that my Piano Man came to check that everything was all right, lol. I love the progression, the wild storyline, and the ending. The ending is a real hoot.

brudberg said...

Lo(l) I would rather go with K-mart - how about Doritos?

hedgewitch said...

yer killin me, girl...metafictionally *and* metaphysically.

Rene said...

Mona Lisa with her feet up; that's priceless. You're so humble!

"Lo dee oh doe. La la la. Down shoobee doo down down. I wonder what Neil Sedaka's doing these days?"

Ha.

Cloudia said...

Retirement: The Final Frontier!

Julian said...

Now that was funny, like it.