#switching
no, not a political divide crossed.
no, not switching fandom to the
hated other crosstown team,
with the clownish bobble head
thing.
once a meat eater, a meat eater
for life.
stolidly, boringly straight, waaay
too late
to switch that side.
the switch referred to herein is more
profound, straining boundaries of a
decades long term relationship.
I desire to switch sides of the bed we
sleep on, after decades of habit, that
transferred with us when we traveled,
moved etc. To each Our Side was the
Natural Order of Things, a higher law,
immutable, constitutional and ranked
higher than the Ten Commandments.
over time, my side sank beneath the
excess weight of growing old with
bad lifestyle habits…a bad back, an
aging frame, core muscles that seem
to have been decored, made a new
firmer bed a necessity,
when we called 1-800-Mattress, we two
social security retirees, were shocked,
shocked! at the hole in our budgets
such an expenditure required. We would
be forced to survive on bread (brioche)
and water (Pelligrino) for weeks, our only
condimentable affordable would be margarine,
a pseudo butter made in chemical factories.
so, she refused.
I sank into deep despair, for who could deny
her finger pointing “J’accuse” where responsibility
for this truly lay (lie?).
marriage counselors demanded exorbitant premium
prepayments, Medicare said ha ha, and United Health
Care was united in their ***** opposable middle finger
but eloquent “Mais Non!”
As I write this, Climate Comservationists have confirmed
my sinking side is now receding at a rate of 4 cm/year.
The implicit implication was at the Great Melt Flood of 2050
that was coming to sink us, I would not be quietly floating down
the Hudson River out to a South Pacific isle, but would join Jason Bourne in the green crystal clear waters of the nearby East River, but unlike Jason, I can’t hold my breath for twenty minutes, ergo and ipso facto, I am doom-ed.
So I have started a GoFundMe to obtain a new airy mattress capable of variable soft/hard differential setting on each side, with an inflatable air pumping gizmo just for the end of days.
Thanking you in advance and be assured lol your contributions will remain not anonymous.
Yours, Extra, Sincerely,
Ogdiddynash (Ogdiddynatsch)
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 9:19 AM UTC
The drops are so much deeper,
and the highs aren't high at all.
Ongoing expectant measures listed,
of these persistent calls to pressure.
To fill a frame that's drained,
when switching off is no longer an option.
Are these real problems or signs of age?
Before was easier, yesterday simpler,
but would the early days help to mould,
when you've already grown from there.
Late observations of missed play,
a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate.
As we're a little bitter in vain,
there's no sweetness today.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
I can’t even think to for the words for you, so many so little time..
I’m sorry: for being even a blip in your existence
For taking you away from your course
That I’m leaving a stain in your memory
For wasting as much time as I already have
You’re sleeping next to me tonight
That I won’t be your sacrifice
I won’t be able to give you our demon spawn
That I allowed myself to love you
I say you’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen
I’m so ******* stupid
For absolutely loving our ***
Because I accepted you with ease
That we have a divine connection
I couldn’t help you help yourself
The others before me hurt you so bad
For not being able to give you the world
My emotions get out of hand
That sometimes I just don’t understand
I have shown you a different light
This will be our last fight
It’s our last night
But I have to stop there because you would tell me I’m making it about me or not trying to understand you
But tonight I will be selfish and I will say my side even if no one sees this
I’m so happy I got to fall in love with you even if you, as you say, don’t love me
You are the best I will ever have in bed; you hold me all through the night; our *** is unreal, the way you can make my body feel
You listened when no one would and wouldn’t when everyone could lend an ear
I haven’t had any serious nightmares since being with you but I’ll lay it out right I have nightmares every night
You make me feel unstoppable, I never would have felt that without you
The amazing things we seen and the earth shattering things you allowed me to dream
The way you made me scream acting out my fantasies
Purple spotted skin from the **** you were not into; including ******* on me
Feeding into my multiple personalities, allowing them to learn how to love and it’s ok for little Maddie to be
Letting Maddie roam free, mushroom hunting and ******* me
Telling me you actually enjoy my poetry; making me feel motivated and free
I love your soul and every personality including Zero... even if he wants to **** me
Nights and days in the cemetery; that night you grabbed my back, the nap that could’ve lasted an eternity
Eternity...you make me believe
Most of all showing me that this reality is just another dream; coming to know me you know how I exit my dreams
So I’m sorry to say this will be our last memory because tonight I will finally give into my urges to bleed
I don’t intend to die but sometimes I can get a little extreme and hopefully tomorrow I might wake to a dream within a dream
I wouldn’t get my hopes up though because it will probably just be a cold reality
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
I walk along the tight rope in shame.
Whispering to myself "hold your **** together''
Halfway through, almost reaching the end, the pain surges, electrocuting through my whole body, static.
I fall
Not knowing how I'm going to land.
She jumps out from inside of me as I hit the sandy ground.
Head jolts, slow motion review.
Hurting, the pain I deserve, for knowing, knowing too much. the power consumes.
It rushes like a harsh wind, like a storm that cannot be unveiled.
Yielding inside of me, she bursts, and explodes like a thunder exhibition.
Laying next to me, only I can see her.
Her dark eyes staring into mine, I try to look past the horror.
"Don't leave me" a careless whisper.
She vanishes into thin air, I lose myself in despair.
I stare up at the high ceiling, waiting for the other ones to give me life and healing.
One unleashes, but one of fury and anger, Sukubus, the fighter.
She gets up in an aggressive explosive motion and attacks everyone around her viciously.
Here I am again, switching.
Switching, needing those people inside of me to keep me alive.
Like a spirit, without them I am dead.
Creation of the mind fighting against reality trying to show, but hiding in promiscuity.
I'm a good liar, choosing to be honest.
The will I have has weakened to the inner pits of my core, and without these personas, I am nothing but a rotting corpse.
So, I ask for those around me to stop judging me please.
I am only trying, trying for so long, that doing has me acting out too **** impulsively.
Forgive me, I was born to sin, but to love so passionately, a loyal mind of pure integrity.
I wish not to be so alone in melancholy, but defeated, so I stand alone, trying to survive the unknown.
I open my eyes, looking around me, seeing everyone dead, blood scattered and bodies twisted.
I get up, and start again, unleashing another personality.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I know you haven’t heard from me
For a millennium, but here I am
Still around, still observing, still involved.
I am ancient of course but no older than before
When you knew me as a warrior-striding
Over flaming mountains and trembling seas.
Do you remember?
Do you remember how I inspired you from
The clouds? My voice like thunder,
My voice carrying lightening from a darkening
Sky? ……………………Well, anyway, good to see
You all once again.
I actually haven’t been myself recently.
My legs have troubled me. My eyes
Have been plaguing me. I cannot see the earth
Clearly anymore. In my wizened vision
It resembles a roughly-used marble,
I am after all, now and forever, the ancient of days.
Here’s the thing. I’m getting bored both of
Your antics and your obsession
With me. Please, lighten up! I made the
Sun so you would smile, children to give you hope!
But, it didn’t work I fear.
I can abide your petty squabbles.
Truly I can. I can abide your desperate need
For war. It’s quite exciting really and once I played
My part. The agonised features of the dying
Appeal to my nasty side to be honest.
I have a very nasty side as you are well aware.
I like your skyscrapers, your irritating as flies planes,
Your huge cities, your good as well as your promiscuous
Women, your strange observances
Songs and poetry. It is all very jolly. But,
And it’s a huge ‘but’ I must admit,
I have grown bored.
You no longer inspire me. I am no longer
Eager to view your funny ways
When I wake, and before I sleep. I’ve decided
Your little planet must go. Sorry, I’m like that.
I follow my whims. Tomorrow, at 10 I turn off the light
So, please, stop praying. It’s so depressing.
There will be no reprieve this time. Accept your fate!
You will not feel a thing! So, let’s make our final goodbyes.
I have really enjoyed your company-
Au Revoir. Oh, please stop crying-
It was great fun after all for all of us. Remember,
Nothing lasts forever. Not even me!
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
Seconds and Minutes,
it's all such a blur,
That is until I am able to return,
back to where I live, in my mind,
leaving me with nothing but pieces to put together.
A small recollection of the others taking over,
because I cannot deal with life on my own.
That is until, I met this man;
He tries, he really does, to help me.
Where were you before this world was so cruel to me?
Are you here to set me free?
I declare that I am far too broken, and I don't want to drag him down with the horror, the evil, the tales that haunt me.
There is so much pain, and tragedy,
Surely he is able to see that in the story lines of my face.
Yet his soul is not feeble, but strong enough for the both of us,
as I see in each encounter.
Strong enough to help me escape.
©A. Harris 2015
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Poema Code Switching
By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre
16.4.15
El final de una etapa
The end,
The beginning of a new journey
un camino
A un mundo extranjero
Un deseo, un sueño
A dream
Haciendo mi propio path
un camino
rostros nuevos , new failures
historias nuevas , new experiences
a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas
y mojadas
INMIGRACION
La memoria es un salto
entre continentes
crossing invisible borders
swimming in the rios
corriendo debajo del sol
La memoria es los abuelitos
ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles,
flan, driving through for hamburgers,
popcorn, sipping on horchata
Basilica
No todo lo que brilla es oro
not all rainbows and butterflies,
Clarita y sus cien años
Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real
El rancho
Midnight movies
Quiero a quien me quiera
It’s been a long day, without you my friend
Mexicanos al grito de guerra
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato
Long Beach, Argentine, KCK,
Chihuahua,
A Distance Between Us
El puente, the bridge.
Three Little Pigs en casa, at home,
don't step out marranitos,
la llorona te va a llevar
Memory is a leap
between continents
Cruzando fronteras invisibles,
Nadando en los rivers
Running under the sun
Born in different places
Pero las mismas intenciones
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC