"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A mirror and egg salad sandwiches

Like a useless blanket you are so thin
You egocentric human being with epileptic seizures
“Would you like an egg salad sandwich”? she asks you
“Will that be on white or whole wheat” I want to know

Lonely, mysterious and always waiting for the fourth down
You are just a twinkle in his eye and nothing more
He is going to Oklahoma with his persnickety, condescending spaniel
He owns a dog-eared copy of “War and Peace” and a dime store Indian

Very intriguing even at room temperature
It all is so triangular just like Bolivar
When he won the war in Calcutta
He gave him his boots as a souvenir

Then I pawned them so I could pay for the trifecta
I picked the number “5” horse and lost my ass
And I watched the harlot who was the winner
And I thought about maybe killing her

He is back again and it is only the Fourth of July
He is nocturnal and is absolutely unstoppable
I will sit on my stool under the moonshine and sing a bird’s song
Hoping he won’t be mirrored in my soul


  1. Pamela, I have to say, it's nice to see your old blog header. This ranks among my all time top favorites anywhere, ever! Don't get me wrong, the new one is nice, too. But this...oooo la la!

  2. I know Brenda, it is a hard one to match. Thanks.