Dear God,
Thank You Thank You
She’s not here
but I can tell
she’s closer
No crocus yet,
but the days are inches longer
Breezes are a tad warmer –
or at least less cold
The Sun is out there –
signaling through
its own flames
Now, please, God,
Tell that son-of-a-bitch
and you know who I mean,
to just let her go!
Speed her on her way
Bring her on home
Bring her sweet lovin’
!DING!
P: That’s the elevator, I’m gone!
H: Wait, wait, hold on, let’s talk about this.
P: Sorry, Hades, no time, gotta go!
H: But, Pers, baby, it’s too soon.
P: Honey, I’m a blimp, my ankles are huge, I am not walking.
!DING! !DING!
(Going Up)
P: Shit! OK, ok, fine, where’d you put the ladder?
Dear God,
What happened?
The wind just picked up,
gloom and misery…
Please, do something
I’m begging you
Bring her home
Bring her on home
Bring her sweet lovin’
Bring it on home to me!
Friday, February 8, 2008
