John and Joan met for coffee on Sunday afternoon. They’d been chatting on the dating site, Future Plans, and decided they were compatible enough to take the plunge and talk face to face.
“I find you very attractive in person,” John said to Joan as they stood in line. “What kind of coffee do you like?”
“Thank you,” Joan replied. “You look exactly like your photos, which makes me happy. I’m an avid fan of French roast with whole milk and no sweetener.”
John smiled and ordered two coffees. “Wow! That’s just how I like my coffee! That site sure has a much better concept of how to match people than those other sites.”
“I hate the other sites!” Joan yelled as they walked to the end of the coffee bar to wait for their order. “They never match me with someone who follows my ideology.”
John tried to talk in a softer voice, hoping Joan would follow suit. “Yes, it’s important to find the person we’ll get along with for the long-term. I heard on your profile vid that you also have a collection of Beatles’ records?”
“Not the music group!” Joan laughed. “Actual beetles. I love bugs. Don’t you?”
“And I have a pet boa! He’s my baby. I feed him live mice.”
John looked at his phone. “Oh gosh. I have an emergency at work. I’m going to have to take my coffee and run. Enjoy yours. It was great meeting you!”
We parted with enmity
And now he is gone,
Left without a kiss,
And sailed off at dawn.
I shall write him a letter,
Include a photograph too,
And stuff them in a bottle,
Toss them in waves of blue.
As he sails round the globe,
My love note behind him,
Fate may have to intervene,
For this message to find him.
“What’s wrong?” Candy asked Cinnamon as they stood in line for the bus. She noticed that her friend looked forlorn this morning.
Cinnamon sniffled as tears filled her eyes. “I’m just feeling a lot of buyer’s remorse over my new school shoes.”
Candy glanced down at Cinnamon’s feet. “They are cute shoes, but…”
“My feet already hurt!” Cinnamon stamped them in frustration.
“Um, that might be cuz your shoes are on the wrong feet,” Candy said. “Let me hold your backpack and you can switch them.”
Cinnamon smiled. “You’re a good friend! Want to be science lab partners this year?”
Candy blanched. “Let’s just focus on your shoes for now. One thing at a time!”
Maybe what they call madness
Is simply another dimension.
They are trapped in conventions,
Familiar and mundane,
Obsessed with their labels:
“Abnormal” and “insane.”
Madness or access
To worlds made of words?
Time has no meaning
Where dreams come to play,
Twirling around, upside down,
Bending into birds
And flying away.
Fluffy is a good boy. Yes, he is. He didn’t knock down the tree like Mittens did. Kitties are silly! And he didn’t eat the cookies the Food People left out all night on a plate. Of course as soon as they let Mittens out of the kitchen she pushed the plate on the floor and smashed it to bits. Kitties are bad!
Fluffy is a good boy. Everyone says so. He sits quietly while all the New People come into the house with packages. Some smell like food and this makes him happy. He woofs softly and wags his tail. People pet him. Mittens yowls from the kitchen. Kitties are noisy!
Fluffy is a good boy. But the front door is open and there is a squirrel and it’s so easy to run right out and Fluffy doesn’t know exactly how it happens but suddenly he is chasing the squirrel up a tree and next a mouse and a butterfly and now he’s far away from the Food House, oh dear. Fluffy wonders what he should do.
Fluffy is a good boy. He wags his tail at the New People who approach him, check his tags, and put an ouchie under his skin. The nice lady gives him a treat and this makes him happy. The nice man says, “All good. It’s transmitting.” The New People go away in their car. Fluffy woofs. He wishes he could have more treats.
Fluffy is a good boy. But he’s sad and hungry now. He misses the Food People and even that bad kitty Mittens. “There you are, Fluffy!” Yay, it’s the Food Man, jogging down the street with Fluffy’s leash. He snaps it on and they go home.
“Fluffy’s a good boy,” the Food Lady says to her coworkers from the Pod, “but he’s just a baby.” She gives Fluffy a yummy piece of ham from her plate and he is happy.