Wednesday, November 6, 2024

I wasn't done yet

 

I cut myself shaving

and ended up dead,

an unfortunate slip

cut off my head.

No time to worry –

no need to be brave,

Who knew it would end,

as I stood there to shave.

At my funeral friends gathered

some giggled, I’m told –

“He had a good life,

he was already old.”

Closed coffin it was,

as some thought it weird –

that half of my face

had a slight beard.




Tuesday, November 5, 2024

I was never here

 

Things mechanical

boggles my mind,

which way to tighten,

which to unwind?

Is it all under pressure,

is everything tight?

Does it flow to the left -

does it light up at night?

Will it move if I push it,

when it's done will it beep?

If I breathe the exhaust

will it put me to sleep?

Are there colors to choose from

or is purple the one?

Is this thing a trigger,

like I'd find on a gun?

And what of this button?

be sure to stand clear,

should anything happen...





A Hair Out of Place


 

Monday, November 4, 2024

You tell me.

 


What is it?




Call before coming over.

 

If this were the only item left of our civilization, what could be said of people?


They made things of wood and glass.

They kept secrets, so they closed doors.

They were not always up-front about things, so they frosted the glass.

They establish barriers and boundaries. 

 

 

Unattended

 

Every other day he would spend a good half hour polishing his shoes.  He would brush them clean, wipe them with a clean, dry cloth, and then meticulously apply the polish.  They always looked perfect when he was done, except for the heals.  He never did the backs of his shoes because he never saw them when he looked down.  It was just the way he was.

His shop on Main Street was the same way.  He paid a local company to wash the storefront windows once a week.  He had an expensive front door installed when he first purchased the place and paid a professional to paint the lettering on the entrance.  He even handpicked a sparkling glass doorknob.  He felt it gave an old-fashioned look to the place, like it had been there for years.

You could see him out front in the early hours, sweeping the sidewalk and checking for litter.  Then he would stand out in the street and just smile at his storefront.  It was always perfect, at least the part he saw.  Anyone who wasn’t lucky enough to get one of the few parking spots had to park along the side streets and walk back to Main.  That’s when the heal of his shoe became visible.  The back of his shop that he always left unattended.



 

 

 

Saturday, November 2, 2024

I hate to shave

 

I hate to shave

don't want a beard,

not very brave -

all quite weird,

blades - so sharp

could cut the night,

playing  harp

if not done right

shave creams cold

water's  hot,

whiskers  evil -

kind of plot,

day to day

just the same,

scrape away

then down the drain,

with me in charge

be just one beard

a jolly man

eight reindeer,

snow for Christmas

would be my pick,

jolly Santa

the only Nick.