Her Ladyship of the Condiments
It is evil deeds her heart breeds.
Sullied was the pickle she put back into the jar.
The Fight
It was at night.
They stirred through rooms.
Neither remembered how it started.
Only the mirror she broke.
And his hand across her face.
A Warm Home
She keeps the heat too high.
But she’s beautiful, and he loves her.
They made a good home.
Downstairs, the dog gingerly licks its balls.
A Cold Home
Mother never talks during breakfast.
Father only broods during dinner.
The kids only play when they’re alone.
The parakeet paces in his cage.
Grampa Dreams
Grampa sometimes dreamed.
Mostly
the past.
The dead German in Belgium.
Whose
boots he stole.
Grandma in 1951.
She
stayed warm in his CPO jacket.
Sweethearts on Parade
“Sweethearts on Parade” played.
The skating rink was dim.
Sandy
drank an egg cream.
Charlie
cocked his hat.
They
pretended not to see each other.
1965
Johnny fell in love.
Cheesy hit a guy with a brick.
Billy stole Donna C’s panties.
Tony shot a cat.
Mushy caught the wrong slug.
He Calls Himself an Artist
He calls himself an artist.
He toasts at Lady Liberty’s.
And
smokes her stuff.
He’s not about the work.
He’s about calling himself an artist.
Identity
She stopped acting, and gaffing, and weeping, and
fearing.
She started just being.
The last week of her life.
Watching the Light Pass
He watched blades of grass blow. And saw the light
pass from the eyes.
Silent
death bringer. He wiped the blood from his blade.
Lights in the Forest
Yorkshire
girl’s eyes witnessed lights in the forest without light. And the cur spoke
senseless tidings. She said, frightfully, a rosary. What witchery be this?
The Narcissist’s Sunrise
The Narcissist’s Sunrise
The sun rises for them.
That
IS what they tell themselves.
They are the end result.
It
all culminates in them, right then, right there.
By Tom Gullstrand.
By Tom Gullstrand.
Use only by expressed permission.
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