#winking
when another (anointed as lady lucky)
resident renter bequeathed her bed
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse
slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves,
especially when tummies got well fed
and grudging adjustment lying
supine upon the carpet
did upon arising found aches and pains from head
to toes, yet financial shortcomings disallowed this Jed
eye wannabe to defer attending domestic chores,
cuz ma whole body felt like a Led
Zeppelin, and matter of fact oft times,
thy body electric, though lacked
no evidence of disease NED
for short, I near felt a need to relearn basic motor skills,
gingerly, and eagerly reached for performance
enhancing drug i.e. PED
which coded identification exemplified the a rich color of red
this (and other) prescription medication
(about a half dozen total found me to sleep akin to a Ted
dee bear, many instances of snoring
thine wife claimed emanated –
probably no more than when we wed
if memory serves me correctly
twenty plus years a husband aye attest
and find peace of body, mind and spirit most exuberant and best
cherished, when hen pecking wife (yup, this husband
got pecking, pock, puck size marks to vouchsafe
his sworn statement)
some visible on my slightly flabby and hairless chest
and if traced with a ball point pen, the shape
loosely resembles mount Everest
with evidence of what appears to be erosion,
but actually evidence of wifely cannibalism –
viz zit on par as with an unwanted guest
which at first found this pop (sic) hull averse
to share the same firm mattress lest
she arise like a flesh eating zombie during
wee ***** weber hours of the morning and taking nest
ling to another level, whereby teeth and scratch marks
sure testament asper a pest
stiff ferrous mate, this husband would sooner bid adieu,
letting fate guide terrestrial quest
that might incorporate undergoing the
electric kool aid acid test
perhaps buffeting this corporeal essence north west
or maybe the unforeseen sojourn would spirit thyself
to a distant alien nation
one where each day of soundness of mental, physical
and spiritual growth will be reason enough
to celebrate with élan and zest.
Now tis one upside to this stroke when with restfulness
awake after nocturnally conjuring sheep and lil bo beep
yet, no ambition exists to get down and out
from this posh plush place to sleep
even wild horses cant drag me away, lest hie weep.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles:
Quantum fluctuations
That wink in and out of existence.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
There must be somewhere else.
Somewhere beyond our space and time.
Outside our multiverse,
Our Realm.
A parallel dimension next to ours.
Heaven?
Who knows?
We ourselves are made of particles:
Many a water molecule,
blinking in and out.
So in effect we are dead
As often as alive.
But am I God?
Are We God (assuming You are Real)?
Yet we have little power.
We can’t be God.
Maybe We are The One Mind,
Dreaming all together.
Dream Creations in our very own Dreams.
Within our virtual, mortal shells.
We are caught in an infinite,
Vibrating energy stream,
Perceiving an illusory Virtual World,
Living the Dream together indeed:
The One Mind.
Paul Butters
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC