Reaper Etiquette

Dear World

It’s not customary to list the shortcomings, legal issues or less then savory personality traits of the recently deceased when referencing their lives in print- I mean it would be pretty funny to let an ex spouse or a disinherited child write the obituaries after slamming back a few celebratory margaritas but that is

simply not how it’s done.

So have a little class for a day or two after someone passes.

With a little common sense and decency you too can master the finer points of

Reaper Etiquette

amm

Without A Map To Guide Me

I keep losing my way,

it runs off without me

and I can’t keep up

because

my way

is

angry, vicious, blind in one eye

but somehow it manages to

shake me, lose me, elude me

when I need it the most.

My way is lost but it doesn’t care

I do.

I’m sorry I have lost my way.

The Gates on Basin Street

At Saint Louis Cemetery

#1

On Basin Street

some of the houses have gates

out front

but none of them are locked

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

And some of the houses made of marble and stone

don’t have gates that lock

in fact

some of them don’t have gates out front at all

Photo A.M. Moscoso

But everyone sleeps safe and sound

up off the swampy ground

at Saint Louis Cemetery #1

on

Basin Street

DAILY ADDICTIONS: GATE

Alas Poor Mr Snowball, We Knew You Not

Hamish Macbeth’s toys from Barkbox arrived as usual, but this time I couldn’t find the box cutter so it took me awhile to open it.

Hamish Macbeth could smell the chimken and peanut butter cookies, he cried he begged…open the box oh please! But it’s safety first so I took my time. I use using a box cutter after all.

Hamish Macbeth was not happy.

I put the box on the floor and he grabbed one toy and ran to the backroom, jumped on the bed and killed the Snowball toy.

As you will see, he considered his actions before he tore the tag off of Mr Snowball’s head but there was no stopping him in the end.

He had a point to prove to the other toys.

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair.”

(Macbeth Act 1 Scene 1)

Photo A.M. MOSCOSO

“There’s daggers in men’s smiles.”

(Macbeth Act II, Scene III)

Photo A.M. Moscoso

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”  

( Macbeth Act 1, Scene 4 )

Photo A.M. Moscoso

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”  

 ( Macbeth Act 1 Scene 4 )

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Performed By Hamish Macbeth RDP Goodbye on My Enduring Bones.

Siri- Make Me Real

The right color eyes

the creamiest peachiest skin

not a golden hair out of place

a life set to music

on

Instagram, Immortalized on Facebook

envied by numberless aching hearts beating in bedazzled phones world wide.

 

I want to be that woman

who exists in perfection with  the swipe of a finger

 

A command to Alexa an order to Siri

Hey Google

make me like that wonderful girl

that  refined and delicious woman

who wants world peace and never has to open a door for herself

 

Hey Google,  can you cut my muscles, rearrange my bones fill me with gel and fat until I’m a work of art too?

Can you make me sound like her, move like  Her Alexa?

Will I be valid then Siri?

 

I want to be as real as her.

The girl who exists in perfection

with the swipe of a finger

against a  plastic cover

on a bedazzled phone.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Valid