STATE YOUR CASE

You never get a second chance
at that first impression, and I’m guessing
you’ve fumbled the ball (as we all have
at one time or other). And brother,
it can surely mess with your head.
So instead of wallowing in pity
of the self-made shade, clear your throat
and your thoughts and begin again.
In the end you’ll have made friends,
or at least brought your enemies closer.
You can always save your face,
all you need do, is state your case!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

***Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 294: State of <BLANK>

ON A SLAB IN THE CRYOGENICS LAB

Why the cold shoulder? Just think,
you’ll not grow older in your current state!
It will be great when they find the cure
and you’re unfrozen at that chosen time!
A return to rhyme with a tale to tell.
Do not dwell on the things you’ve missed,
you had kissed them goodbye when you signed
on that dotted line. There’s a bright side.
Inside your chamber you were cold and unfeeling.
Now, you’ll be dealing with people of the same vent.
They’ve come by theirs naturally, and you’ll be a charm
when you can finally get warm. Just put on your gloves.
Send Walt Disney our love!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

***Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 294: State of <BLANK>

INTESTATE

It’s a dead give-away,
and I haven’t the will to to on.
It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just
I never thought to make others
privy to how I divvy up my
where-with-all! I’ll surely
rot in hell well before you get
what I’ve got. As long as I’m
in this state intestate,
it appears I’ll be taking it with me.
To the victor goes the spoils.
The rest of you can resort to
fighting it out in court!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

***Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 294: State of <BLANK>

STATE OF WEIGHTLESSNESS

Here I am
floating by my tin can,
just a man feeling
the girth of the earth;
the weight of the world.
The only space that ever concerned me
was the empty one inside me.
It hides me from this life’s mission.
I keep giving my heart permission to soar
but once more it is left at the gate. And so I wait.
Love, once lighter than air can scare the living
Color out of this duller than life fellow.
For all I know, ground control has one goal
and it seems I’m just not getting it.
I’ll forget flying solo, never getting so low
that the ground poses problems.
I’m taking a shot. I’m not going anywhere
if I can’t achieve air! But make it clear,
falling in love isn’t really that bad.
It’s just that the landing always kills me!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 294: State of <BLANK>