Fatti Maschii, Parole Femine

A cool drink of water, what deeds belong to man, and man alone?
Blustery talk, certainly is not feminine.  The language used to be pretty.
Bodices could make talking difficult for a woman.  A feminine word?
Envisaging everyone dreaming and sleeping each with their differences.

Vermouth seems less popular than the other drinks that adults have
Enjoyed.  The purest church people do not need to enjoy them.  I was in
Rapture to think I could be exalted with the ascetics.  People I see day by day
Assertive or terrified.  Mothers become frightened of people, or I had been

Really frightened.  This is not about Maryland or blue crabs or ships at bay.
Easy does it.  I was trying to admit to living in Baltimore four great years,
ABC’s of the major minor scales wasted hours upon me, whole and half-step
Basics.  Do-re-mi. I was glad to be there and very well taken care of separate.

Beliefs are not what they are made of.  I have a quiet hour to figure out what
Intelligence services need from me, or I from them.  Who are these people?
Conveniently, I do not engage in friendship, just going back to my quiet,
Conventional hideout.  I love my hideout sometimes, makes me feel cheerful.

Interference from my son, who I had regarded as my sole charge, should not
Astonish me, and I should be more constructive with him.  We should write a
Bit about something in a book.  We could compile children’s poetry together.
Blinding lights seemed exciting to us when we were stupid teens on stage.

Old-fashioned expressions, Latinate, worn, adorn our quarters.  I like these
Cooking days.  I should love to cook.  I’ll figure it out.  I’ll make myself
Cooperate with myself and love others around me and they me, why not?
Asthmatic pills, my roommate in Baltimore had had asthma but we jogged

Risking it for the sake of aerobic health.  She was a beautiful person.  I love
Envelopes.  I have always loved blank paper.  I lived in Maryland for classes.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i miss envelopes, letters, writing on blank spaces.

i miss childhood, simpler days, going to the park, actually being a kid.
things are different now...often we just don't want to be bothered anymore...the deeds belong to all of us now...but the love for others is harder to come by.

always lots of thoughts meshing together in your pieces.