I was a home delivery driver
of groceries and frozen food
working with many a skiver
some lazy and many lewd
Eggs in cardboard boxes
were the driver's chagrin
in this job of paradoxes
rarely did I win
Stuck in traffic one day
late for a rural drop
to an aged woman in grey
known to get in a strop
Unlikely to escape her ire
and no time to waste
unchecked eggs would backfire
loaded earlier in haste
Overshooting the time slot
grey lady waited outside
she quickly lost the plot
nowhere to hide
She grabbed the egg carton
opened it in a hurry
3 eggs were broken
now was the time to worry
She had invited many guests
to her cottage for dinner
on deaf ears landed my protests
I was not on a winner
Another 30 mile round trip
now on my to do list
for 3 eggs for her ladyship
the rural raging tempest
I suggested it unwise
putting all her eggs in one basket
piercing me with her eyes
she wanted me in a casket
Slipping and sliding, that's how she flies
Dodging the taxis, avoiding semis
Expert in the clinch, a move of her hip
Death so defied, a professional trip
Delivery assured, she's never been late
Vouchers and packets, she makes no mistakes
Gliding the white line, a perfect traverse
No greater her time, in this universe
She prefers her Schwinn, it's light and it's fast
Weaving a path, all traffic to pass
Don't try to catch her, she's over the moon
She ducks as she hums, singing her tune
No records to break, nothing to prove
Doing the freak, shooting the groove
Flying off to the left, a sexy sensual move
She does as she wants, all silky and smooth
Took it down a bicycle bend, based on seeing vids of delivery riders in NY, who did crazy things on a bike. :D
Line of blood spills out like syrup
a split instant following the surgeon's scalpel
just under and around my wife's swollen belly.
She lies there in epidural and dozen-hour labor stupor
arms stretched out on the operating room's crucifix table.
Small Christmas tree angel of a woman, an inverted Christ now.
I don't look down at her face –
the blood and what follows hold my eyes wide open.
Our daughter is escaped from the wet cavity cut across my wife.
No blood on her -
it is all on her mother.
Sound swirls around us
many voices all loudly in a hurry to be heard.
Numbers and words thick
My baby, in given numbers,
a weight and a rating,
by these loud people.
We have given her a great-grandmother's name
as her middle name,
a name she will come to love
more than she loves her own.
It is her right to do so -
There is no blood on her.
Remember when life was delivered
from milk right on down to your meat
There'd be people out delivering groceries
At least two on every side street
If you neglected to pick up an item
Just phone up and talk to the store
A delivery boy would soon bring it
You don't get this service no more
Each house had a door for deliveries
Your milk, cheese and eggs would all fit
If you call up today and said "tab it"
The person you're phoning would shit
Ice was delivered in wagons
Horses pulled them around every town
But, today ony fast food is delivered
And delivery horses aren't found
Every morning when you'd get your paper
It was delivered as well by a kid
You could smell the fresh bread in the morning
with the glass bottles of milk with gold lids
Remember when life was delivered
It was all a much simpler time
Back when customer service was special
No it's gone and that's just a crime
First snow, we watched,
Blueprints breaking apart.
A paradox talking loudly,
Over no one in particular.
Our house became haunted
by so many curses,
and none of them watched
the inches stack onto
piles of dead earth.
They were too busy deciding
which one could laugh
the longest without breathing.
One month from today was the delivery.
Everyone whispered into their hands.
Meanwhile, the blizzard exploded
inside the walls and left us
with all these bite marks,
exposing our circuits to the cold air.
Everyone picks themselves up and waits until tomorrow.
I listen to the white walls and
The sound of padded footsteps,
Opening and closing doors
That will eventually lead me to you.
The baby in me is moving,
I just know it.
My breasts ache,
But it's nothing compared to what you are now breathing.
I don't think I am worthy of God's ear,
Especially not these days,
But I pray his calm presence over you.
May angels lead you in.
Talking to the moon,
I realized it wasn't too long before it was noon
With a lot on my mind,
I prayed the moon makes an exception
And stay longer than usual
Because this message
Only him I can trust to deliver,
Some say coward, some say setback,
Some say something else
But I say reason, I say season,
The season for the reason I do this
The reason of the season I did that
I had that but decided to make it right
And I hope you get it right
Just the way it is,
Just the way it sounds
Just the way it sings,
Just the way it rhymes
Because after this, I may never have the courage
To say again what I have wanted to say for 10years…..
You are in darkness
and cannot see
How truly beautiful
you can be
and so I did
what I could
the light of the good
deep within your heart
You are far
and much beyond
any fair star
in your kindness,
beauty and friendly bond
You have awoken my heart
to the great and beautiful art
of life and love
and as the dove,
angel of peace
I will fly
your blue sky
expression in your eyes, speaks wonder
i love your eyes as my hair falls over you
i longingly miss those eyes,
resting in a million memories, lifetimes
time waits there with the stars of the night
core of your soul hooking into mine
telescoping love of a new galaxy
another masterpiece sings in frequency
now and forever