Saturday, September 27, 2025

Washing a spoon to eat the pudding

no one wants to do dishes but you have to. 

maybe just wash each dish when you need it. Maybe try to pass inspection at housing.

 

Maybe buy a pack of seven metal spoons instead of the one hundred plastic utensils.

 

maybe be thankful for what you have.

 

maybe ask to be buried with the metal spoons so people know you were thankful.

 

Except I want to be cremated.

 

So just wash all seven spoons and eat pudding ten times because you ate two puddings instead of one sometimes.

 

maybe hide all the spoons in the world because if you can’t have eleven puddings then no one should get any at all.

Prayer for Frenemies

Jesus said pray for your enemies, and gosh, I only have about 90 of those from my whole life. What about the other 3000 friends and acquaintances? For them to get something do they need to be someone’s enemy? Maybe all of us in the world can be frenemies. Enough love to get the prayers and enough hate for it to count as forgiveness. Just little slights, every day, some selfishness to boost everyone’s judgement day stats. Traffic anger, parking place greed, maybe some hints of lying, cheating, stealing, but man, some people are going too far with their role as a forgiveness opportunity. I mean maybe I can pray for someone else’s enemies, and they can pray for mine, and the lord’s prayer can catch the rest of it all, every day, millions of sins to keep our requests interesting enough for God, who sees it all without a waver or break to get a snack that was probably stolen from his lunch locker anyway, like how Sharlene stole three credit cards from my apartment during inspection. So there’s a prayer topic, if anyone wants it. I don’t. I want to pray for the 7 billion people who didn’t send me a Christmas card last year but did add their carbon dioxide to this world for the trees that mostly haven’t done anything rude, except wow, that cross wasn’t very nice.

Saturday, September 20, 2025

new poem 2

A Clean Room is a Den of Lies

The world is dirty, strong and great.

Yet some will say to wash a plate.

They want us all to clean and shine

And make things seem like they are fine.

But life’s a mess when people try

To do a project from the sky.

So I will say when things are neat

It might convey a great deceit.

new poem

Beware The Cause That Captures You

Beware the cause that captures you

To seize your fort of be and do,

The thing that makes you trade it all

To watch another kingdom fall.

Beware the surge of mobs and fear

That say your destined goal is near.

You may get word from up above,

And dying, know it wasn’t love.