"thingamajigs" poems
I’ve stepped out of the car
and into this familiar scene
hundreds of times.
Only the details change.
I no longer bike down the hill,
past the pecan trees,
and throw white rocks
into the stream.
I don’t race through pastures
along the thin paths
whittled into the earth
by the hooves of the herd.
I gave up trying to beat
nails into wooden rejects,
making thingamajigs
and doohickeys.
I used to criticize the stiff pews
and cringe at the red crushed velvet.
I diverted my eyes
from the forty tithing members.
Now all the bikes are broken
and the pecans withered away.
The stream has dried up
and the rocks are *****
I no longer want to run
and the paths are faded.
The cattle have been sold
and the pastures overgrown.
I only use hammer and nail
to make practical things,
and even those
are not really worth making.
I sit and accept the message,
upright and alert.
I shake the hands of the congregation
and look them in the eye.
Only the details change.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
You were an heiress,
inheriting a life time trust fund
from a fortune made
manufacturing waxy kid's coloring thingamajigs.
Your mother drove you each school day,
in a classic powder blue Mercedes coup.
She was beautifully coiffed,
high bred serene, great skin,
And you were blond, blue eyed, smart and smiled.
When I saw you I always felt -
I felt not worthy of living on your planet.
A few years after graduation we met,
I had had a few beers so I told you everything.
I am sorry for causing you those tears.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
you know what sends me
close to the edge
all these people
with their thingamajigs
they really think they're something
mr. and mrs. big
all because
they have a thingamajig
walking around with
their heads held high
their thingamajig
right by their side
who are they trying to fool
or wanting to kid
we all know
about their thingamajig
it's hard to hide
after you've cracked open the lid
no way of denying
you've got a thingamajig
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
just a naked light bulb
obsessed
with the swimming shadow i cast
slushy brained
with a ****** iota of a heart
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
modernity grows black metal teeth
technology
nothing quite works anymore
except the inflexibility of algorithm's
they are my slave
and I do what they say
my upload is down loading
to a disappearing file
marked nervous breakdown
on a blinking screen of high velocity electrons
apocalypse of endless virtual hysteria
in a spectrum of LiteBrite
my wife screams vomitus epithets
at the computer
every ****** day
***** **** stupid ***
but
on the other hand
i dont need to navigate
the complexity of human relationship's
any more
i like my new virtual girlfriends
***** with long legs and ************
with her lesbian friends
playing in a barrel of lubed ******
and **** thingamajigs
preggo, and *****
having group ***
licking edible *** beads
with her best friends
Hypno girl
Kink Ya
LiL Red
Toxic Candy
Slutty Bunny
and
**** Bait Bon Bon
a cabal of delicate feminine monsters
Subs and Doms
like a garnish of pimentos
red fire kimchee ****
and sweet butter pickles
and if i lose a girl friend
the spiders will find me a new one
i'm just a man getting on with life
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
i'm just a man getting on with life
driven by the loneness machine
that keeps me company
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC