"aggie" poems
an utterance of folly
her natural unvarnished thoughts
spill slowly from her adorned lip
and crawl forth to battle his opposing view
her words crowd his ear
a thousand angry little versions of her
with sword in hand coming to slay the misbehaving dragon
of his free will
his own thoughts flee as one
from the opposite side ear
with furtive glances back
hoping to escape unscathed
his own folly
childlike in form
plays marbles
looking for that elusive Aggie
called inner peace
together they amble down
country road
both shouting the random formulas
for completing and mailing
the required forms for
a visa to paradise
its roads are paved with candy
she insists
its hills are carved from
pure chocolate he interjects
neither realize its paradise because
it lacks the likes of them
he kisses her adorned lip
and tastes the metal of her
resolve to endure
she french's her tongue into
the small spaces of his mind
and savors the spices of his
need to flee
whats needed here they devise
compromise is a plate of cold fish
seal it in a bottle and cast it overboard
perhaps their lives shall find a sandy shore
to rest their every weary
makeout machine
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
Wendell! Wendell. Fetch a blanket for me please
No Wendell, the good one, that we got from the church
We've got visitors coming and I want to look my best
So you sit down quickly, don't lean and don't lurch.
Wendell and Agatha were a husband and wife
She was a little blunt now he sharp like a knife
They'd married and settled on the farm with its strife
To Wendell it seemed like the whole of his life.
They'd married in an old church afore records were kept
At least, Wendell thought that when he was being inept
But out in the fields were the flowers where he wept
And he'd dream of their beauty even as he slept.
He took Aggie out there on warm Summer days
Where they stayed and relaxed till the sunset brought haze
Then he'd drive her back home sometimes catching her gaze
And in it saw beauty just like in the old days.
Illness took so much of his Aggie away
There lives changed dramatically in every way
Her lovely dark hair had turned instantly grey
And now there was harshness in things that she'd say.
But Wendell loved Aggie with all of his might
He just took her bad moods as part of her plight
And not the great woman who he'd loved at first sight
Who'd always stood by him when they'd needed to fight.
So Wendell took his Agatha to the flowers each day
Where they sat for awhile admiring the display
And if a sad tear tried to run down his face
He'd not let her see it, he'd wipe it away.
©Joe Wilson - Wendell in love...2014
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
She sits in her throne
Two wheels sprouting like wings
Holding the seat aloft
And steady
I gaze at her wrinkled face
A tablecloth in my grip
And wait.
Wait for a tune, or a yell
Or maybe even a throaty giggle
But... nothing.
For once, her eyes shine clarity
Her breath relaxed, hands steady.
Her lips move.
"You're doing a good job." She says.
She smiles kindly. A smile one would
share with perhaps,
a young child, or an old friend.
I stare for a beat longer, finding myself
Speechless.
Who had she envisioned making the table
As I had been? What memory has cleared the
Internal chaos
To procure such kindness brought upon
her lips?
Had it been a memory of one of her
daughters? Possibly her son? A lover?
Does it matter?
The words "thank you" tumble out
of my mouth as I finish making the table.
I look back
At her once more, and watch as she "adjusts"
the table. Her hands are shaking, and a giggle escapes.
I move on.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
This time last year i spent hours in the sun because i wanted tan skin. I saved my quarters to get peach mango snowcones three times a week because that's just what i did. I crossed my fingers because oh how i wanted that cute boy with the blue eyes to kiss me before he left. I raged because I did not get Ms. Walker as an english teacher.
My tan faded, my money disappeared and i did not get kissed by that cute boy. But Mr. Marianno was pretty chill.
This time is full of goodbye hugs and enough tears to sink the titanic for the second time, maybe even the third. And YOLO i'm going to college so let's steal traffic cones and go skinny dipping at 3 am. or how about "Don't grow up too much or grow period" "I'm gonna miss ya" and my personal favorite... "Please send me a wedding invitation."
I'm stressing out because i gotta be stocked up on toilet paper and shampoo 'cause mom ain't gonna be there to buy it for me.
But I'm fine with the fact that i will be living off of grilled cheese and granola bars for the next 8-9 months."Brace yourself. The Freshman 15 is real."
THE AMOUNT OF ADVICE I'VE RECEIVED IS RIDICULOUS. "Get involved. Study hard. Don't spend too much time watching Netflix. Use the library. GO TO THE CREPERY OFTEN. Take the bus..it's free. Step out of your comfort zone. Take advantage of the gym. Get a job. Go to sporting events. Don't be afraid to meet new people. Put your phone down. Have nap time. Become a True Aggie."
This time is different. Terrifying AND Exciting.
and i'll tell you what.... i'll spend as much time watching Netflix as i want.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Long ago you left.
But not long enough.
You are a multiple.
Become a section of my brain.
You are haunting my dreams.
Left long ago.
But you’re still in my head.
You haven’t left scars.
These wounds are still open.
Bleeding.
Why did you have to be like that.
You were everting I was not.
Why did you have to ruin
The only bit of me I had.
Why have I let you win.
Did you even want to win?
Were you losing in your mind?
Often wondering,
What hurt you so much
That you had to hurt me?
I don’t want to give you sympathy.
But I can’t help it.
I hope your problems healed.
Did I help your wounds
Become scars?
I hope so.
Otherwise what was the point?
I’ll heal my own wounds.
I won’t be the cause of someones.
I don’t pass on my pain.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC