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Limerick's loony bin and other crazy sh% - 5. Day 16 to day 20
Soul searching questions
When a human looks for it, and finds nothing,
Are they a monster?
Can it be black? Do animals have one? Or plants? Or ants? Everything?
Can it be beautiful? Is it only mine, or is it borrowed? Or part of an endless pool?
Am I it or is it me? Are ours related? Can they melt together, touch, even if I’ll never touch you?
Minestrone*
Today it will be a minestrone
Some nice medium carrots peeled and sliced
potatoes, red green peppers, largely diced
tomato paste, and olives without stone
zucchini, spinach, green beans garden grown
small elbow pasta briefly cooked, rinsed twice
oregano, thyme, garlic, salt as spice
Delicious soup we do not eat alone.
We open the door and greet everyone
Friends, neighbors and family come inside
Please sit at our table and have some fun
Mamma dips her spoon, her grin becomes wide
Our dog herds the brood playing in the sun
Pappa dons the ears, he has eggs to hide.
Bzzzz—Bees*
Five bees buzzed between beers,
Got bored, called some peers,
Each took a sip
A brief dip
became emotive and burst into tears.
The witch*
She was ancient, dwelling in that little dilapidated house, my parents warned me off the witch, but she had cats, and kittens. Kittens are born blind. Weird. And love to sleep in the bread basket and eventually open their eyes. Carelessly we threw caution to the wind
One day she was gone. The cats were gone, the kittens too. The house was gone. Later they built an apartment block in its place. We were warned off the building site. We threw caution to the wind and explored, it smelled of damp concrete and freshly sawn timber. We found a package with cigarettes and a lighter. We were warned off smoking. Smoky kisses. We were warned off kissing too. Of kissing them.
We threw caution to the wind. We are laughing with the wind now.
The bug*
I am not nude when I walk along the street, but in my head
people whisper, I am naked.
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