Butcher's Funeral Home

Today we went for a drive. A long drive.

The idea is that I don't really know my own back yard the way I should. Often on arrival at an interesting place it seems that if I lived there I would really take advantage of all the little points of interest. Then I realize that I don't do it now, so now I am.

This brings me back to the long drive. Somehow we ended up in Erin and only worth going just to say we'd been. There were some points of interest and I might go back again. Not soon, though. It was quaint enough but, ours is a big province.

Never Feed Me Sour Spoils

I like to hear from you today
What you did and where you stayed
It's nice to know who sat with you
How icy blue your morning was
How warm the breeze
How cool the moon

I like to kiss your cheek each night
When you lay down
It's great to see you smile

What doesn't feel as good is this
The news we heard today
Some more got sick
A few more died
A car crashed through the crowd

Don't tell me anything tonight
Just hold me close and let me cry

Sadness

Each time they leave
A pout appears
Screaming, no wait for me
I've got a gift to give to you
Don't leave
Not now
Not yet
Don't go
Why don't you stay tonight
I'll miss you when you're gone
When they go she goes and plays
Then licks her wounds
Goes to sleep
The door bell rings
She runs and jumps
They're here
Hooray, hooray

Pussy Licking

Like a dog with its tail between its legs
He arrived after another long day
Put down his bag
Washed his hands
Made dinner

It was payback
Payback for the night before
After another long day
When all he wanted to do was to get away

You can't do that when you have a crisis to deal with
Some things can't wait
So today he didn't complain about making dinner
Or how much money was spent on frivolities

He listened to everything she told him
He was involved
And at night they spoke
Too bad tomorrow the debt will have been paid

Stop Action

So, this is the thing
Today was supposed to be productive
Openly stated and under prepared
Perhaps the target might be met

Alas, perhaps tomorrow
Concise thoughts led to nothing useful
Technically speaking there is no excuse
It should have been done by now
Only the papers lay scattered
Nothing to be proud of

Rebirth

All your life you live as you
Then one day somebody new
Comes to live and share your home
Gives a feeling of being reborn
An exit wound turns your soul
On its ear as though alone
With each passing day you find
A new identity behind
The words and actions of your youth
Have led you to this place on Earth

Waiting

We came and looked
We went away
At home we spoke
Decided
I went alone
We spoke some more
A little less divided
Somehow a day was spent that way
It should have gone by faster
At home we looked and spoke some more
Move this one here and flip the door
The children let us do this
A simple change
Should be a minute
Instead a day went by
Oh, well
It's done
Now we wait
We'll know by noon tomorrow
Will it be ours
Probably so
A house will be a home now