Greener Grass

Greener Grass

The grass is greener on the other side
no really
Mrs. Pottifer next door has the most beautiful luschious grass you have ever seen
She has the Heavenly Lawn treatment people out EVERY DAY to fix the lawn
They:
mow
weedwhip
spray for weeds
do landscaping
heck i even think i see them PAINT THE GRASS that perfect forest green
There isn’t a dandelion in sight
nothing but beautiful, plump, fluffy grass

It costs a fortune. I got a quote from those guys once and it was outrageous
500 a week on the all inclusive package
I didn’t ask but if Mrs. Pottifer doesn’t have the all inclusive package i can’t imagine what it is

Why would someone with a sick husband care so much about the lawn?

So she can have order?
control?
See beautiful things?
Insure that their situation will improve because you are the greener grass?

Why would someone with a sick husband care so much about the lawn?

Persistance

Persistance

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Sudden Death

Have you ever succeeded in seeing a dream die suddenly?
The weezing sound that it leaves is just unbearable
It’s eyes, calling out for you to help it
Desperation consumes its aura
It trembles as the life leaves it
Shuddering as it takes it’s last breath
It’s last Just like that
Its
GON…..

A Coming and going Rhyme

O what, O what, O what, do you say
To someone who is going away?
Do you bid them farewell
Say have a nice day
Reminisces about O’l times
Take a walk by the bay?
After all they are just leaving
Not going astray
will be back in time
Not a permeant stay
But still all the more you wish to say
The right words to someone who is going away
Perhaps there are none
No words will suffice
Just break the silence
Just say something nice
For something o something is better to say
Than nothing to someone who is going away
And in due time they will find their way
Back to a place called home and they’ll stay
Finally, you will know what words to say
When they are back here with you
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Midnight homecoming: or coming home from college at a pequilar late hour

It’s the most pequilar thing walking into a house late at night.
But the strangeness occurs before you even step inside
You push your car door open normally, as there is no need to be quite in the company of crickets
And you shut it normally not in fear of disturbing coons
You can’t help but to slowly take a large gulp of midnight air, because out here is a much different world then inside.
Your first signs of tentativeness begin with the steps, you place your feet lightly, anticipating the creaks, and get off them as soon as you stepped on them.
You see that the porch light is on, a thoughtful gesture to you, a gesture which you have not returned by coming home at a time when it would not be needed.
You turn that doorknob ever so slowly and gently, and attempt to mask the sucking sound the door makes when your new life intersects your old one.
You block out your memories of today as you shut the door, carefully this time, as not to disturb those that love you.
You take off your shoes for barefoot simplicity
But whoops,
Your unintended, unnanouned, presence into the midnight lives of others is distrubted by your unawareness to a new flower arrangement placed by the hallway
Something you didn’t know was there, because you were not around to witness it’s rearagment
You pick this up quickly and quitly, and your homecoming goes along without further incident
You go to bed all by yourself
Because that’s what you wanted