Tuesday, November 15, 2011


You can't blame it all on me.
I broke that bottle square on your boat's fat beak,
And looked damned fine doing it, too.

Is it my fault
That a little pink ribbon dragged her down?
Was it my doing
That the captain you engaged was a freak, a fiend, a fool?

Tell those idiots to lay their tubas down.
The breeze is picking up,
Everyone is heading home,
And not another soul blames me, not one.

So hit me or kiss me,
But don't stand there stupid
Like a dressmaker's dummy.

It's easy to react after the fact,
But at least I twitched,
At least I spit in the wind and went whistling past the graveyard;
If you sink, you sink alone...
Don't try to blame that stuff on me.

Also, find my new prose poem at Night Blooms, HERE.


Daryl said...

Its them .. its their fault .. me thinks the lady protests a bit much

Lynn said...

Tell those idiots to lay their tubas down. My favorite line!

nene said...

"...for God sake, man" I can only control how I look and not how I am seen or viewed.

You are beautiful in every way.

Tu amigo, Gracias!

hedgewitch said...

Exercise in metaphor, check. Humor, check. Layers of meaning, check. Fireblossom trademark style, check.

I don't see how you can be blamed for missing much here.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the tubas, too, and the spitting in the wind and whistling past the graveyard. I so love your poems, kiddo. They make me happy.

By the way, to your other readers, dont miss Fireblossom's prose poem at Night Blooms. Absolutely electric writing.

Lolamouse said...

I love the fourth stanza! I hate indecision too!

Hannah Stephenson said...

Very Decemberists-y, Shay! Are you a fan of theirs? I feel like they would be a great soundtrack for your work.

Mama Zen said...

I wish that all idiots carried tubas. It would make them easy to identify at a glance.

I love the attitude in this.

HermanTurnip said...

Come on...tell us what you *really* think. ;-)

Anonymous said...

I've been watching buckets of period pieces on netflix. In one the other night their was a drowning... serendipitous.

Caty said...

i had the feeling i was on the Titanic. Your poems are so skilled at takug me away to other places... love it :)

Caty said...

that was suppose to say "taking"...stupid typos! :)

Shawna said...

Shay, you have to come read my newest post. You'll see something familiar there that will crack you up. :)


Jannie Funster said...

Looking damn fine doing anything is good enough for me!

Cute little "Charlie Chaplin" esque chick photo.

Lay down your tubas.
The breeze is coming.


Not sure what the little pink ribbon is about, but very evocative.

And I hope all is well with you.

I just looked at your Bosco pic, and am struck by how much he looks in that like the first dog I ever had. Pepper Lee, more commonly called Pepper. So soft and snuggly. And cute and loving.

Dogs are good. And now I'm a cat lover too! Amazing that happened, with a hubby who was quite cat averse before Kelly got KitKat when she was. 5.

Anyway!! Enough out of moi.


LauraX said...

ahhh blame...all its own game.

Anonymous said...

yeah, those a**holes should have to carry tubas! or accordians...

it's always their fault!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I just love it! The sly innocence of the speaker is so sinister, yet I can't help but applaud her.