Month: May 2023

Sleepless, but not in Seattle

APNEA, of the sleeping kind (naturally), is something my
ADULT little brother has. Many inducements to sleep (not of the
CANDY kind) have been offered, but nothing works. If he had an ULCER I’d hardly be surprised. But of ulcers I’ve heard not a peep.          

Adult Life

ULCER, from too much stress.
APNEA, from pounds put on by too much
CANDY, from too much craving.
ADULT life is not simple–the weight of all our choices drags us down.

Deluded

My
CLONE walked up to me on the street. ‘Hi,’ she said, ‘I’m the
SASSY version of you.’ This surprised me: I’m about as sassy as a
SKUNK. I said, ‘Surely clones are perfect copies,’ and abruptly
SWEPT her illusions up with a simple dustpan and brush.    

Cat-ching Up

BUDGE the budgie? I think not. He’ll only start to
CHIRP fit to burst if you try to touch him. He has the
CYNIC bird’s view of life: every hand that comes near
DAUNTs him – he fears his last avian moment has arrived.
HONEYed words won’t change his view; calmly watching him
PREEN his feathers without interruption leaves a nagging doubt. A
SNARE is how he sees it, an attempt to snatch his tiny
TRACT of space on the planet, and replace him with a cat.

Susan Dennis

Tractati

TRACT: in black and white, beliefs simplified to black and white.
PREEN, proclaim a perspicacity possessed by none.
BUDGE? Never. The self is the self’s proclamation, a self heedless of
SNARE posed by opinion bent into worship.