DOES SHE… OR DOESN’T SHE?

You view her from across the room,
and to ask the question could spell your doom.
She looks like she might, but you’re unsure.
She sort of carries herself THAT way,
but it’s not easy to say; you can’t tell.

She has a certain style. And her smile
could surely entice. She may even be very nice!
But you need to know before you pay the price.
Does she… or doesn’t she? You wipe your brow,
you scratch your chin. It would be a sin if…

You figure the only way to know
is to go over and ask her. You’ll either unmask her
or get your face popped. She might even call the cops,
You hesitate – start and stop, then decide to hop on over.
It would behoove her to at least give you that chance.

So you approach her and dance from foot to foot,
“Shoot me now!” your mind screams. It seems she’s pleasant.
No peasant, she! You clear your throat to introduce you. It’s on!
And you come out and just ask. “Do you… have any Grey Poupon?”
Into her purse she clutches. “But, of course!” And away she went.

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 11: STATEMENT

THINK DIFFERENT

A new version of your software
is available for upgrade. So you approve.
It moves so far and it glitches, it unlatches
a few hitches. Shut down and locked.
You’ve clocked the process at a minute thirty-seven.
You would think using their own process
would guarantee success. You guessed WRONG!
And the bill is your to foot,
but the point is moot.
You would think.
But think again. Think different!

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 11: STATEMENTS

STATEMENT ENCLOSED: PAYMENT MAY BE REQUIRED

“Everybody has a price” we’ve heard tell
and “There’ll be hell to pay” if we fail to deliver.
But, we “hang on a sliver of hope”
that we “get off Scott free”.

There is folly in that thinking,
and I have this sinking feeling
we end up paying in the long run.
Not much fun when the check comes.

Our pursuits are simple: eat, read, pray,
say a good word, be heard
write a poem or two and you
will “get your money’s worth.

Where else on earth can you find
such a bargain for your heart and mind.
All it “costs” is a little time
and a heart full of rhyme.

In an economy of words,
“the price is right!”

 

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 11: STATEMENT

THIS END UP

Making heads or tails of the morning,
heavy fog warning and a desire to re-fire sleep mode.
But, time marches on like bulimic picnic ants
breaking diet. I try to motivate. God, I hate mornings.

Finding my bearings is made more difficult since
my marbles had vacated. Hard to discern between the two.
It’s two minutes to, and my snooze alarm said “Screw it!”
I should arise! I should do it. I yawn. I scratch. I wince.

Finally, determination kicks into gear and it is here
where my feet find the floor. But, now they’re sore.
stubbing toes on the television stand. Hands clutch
throbbing digits as I hop to attention. I fear

this will take a while. Still wearing the mask from my CPAP,
it yank everything from the night stand, landing askew
and out of view since I missed where my glasses had scurried.
Now I have to hurry. Time is fleeting and breakfast tastes like crap.

Pants; one leg at a time. Socks are a catch until I find two that mate,
Shirt and shoes refuse to give me a break. It’s has taken far too long,
this routine is all wrong and the song on the radio is just noise.
It toys with my sensibilities. I peel off shoes and crawl back to bed. I’m late.

I think I’ll call in sick!

 

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 11: STATEMENT

BETWEEN LOVE AND MADNESS LIES OBSESSION

Poetry has me in its possession.
She is surely my obsession.
Because of her, I find the time to rhyme –
or at no worse, write verse.
I love the play of written words,
I’ve been smitten by their allure. They are pure
and precise, they sound rather nice
strung together to construct these thoughts
that drive me insane. I’ve had a few loves
in my life and I am rife with their passion.
And somewhere in between lives my obsession.
I poem for the sake of it, and make no mistake,
it has me under its spell! I may as well!

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 11: STATEMENT