Imhotep Wept

RDP Thursday – ARCHITECT

 

Concrete, steel, broken roads and sidewalks that go nowhere

Walmart Shoppers and Gunhumpers  standing beer belly to jowls at the corner store

where you can still buy beef jerkey  and pickles from a fly speckled plastic jar.

Trucks belching diesel fumes,country music,  cheap after shave and aqua net-” Beep

Beep, git outta my way! ‘Murica First y’all!” the trucks cry out to uncaring traffic

cameras.

You can build roads that will take you to anywhere you want to go,  houses and buildings that will sing and talk and keep you warm and cool you off on the hottest of days.

Or

you can build a ruin on purpose and call it a home.

Imhotep wept, can’t we do better than that?

PHOTO A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

A Girl’s Best Friend

RDP-Sunday-COMPRISE

A classic beauty, a sight to behold

if I were more like her

I might have known true love

I’d have been wined and dined showered with gifts

loved, cherished, coddled

only the sweetest truest kisses would have touched  my lips .

 

But yesterday my dog

put away his own toys

he can open doors and close them

he’s a very good boy.

 

I’m not a classic beauty

I’ve never been a sight to behold

but my dog thinks I’m pretty damn awesome

and that’s good enough for this girl.

 

Hamish Macbeth

Mr. Punch

RDP SATURDAY: PUNCH

A closed fist, an opened hand a jab of the finger

a gesture with a cruel point.

A cool festive drink, often served cold and always sweet

given the place of honor on a holiday table.

A psychotic puppet with a maniacal laugh

Mr. Punch is all of these things.

Amelia In The Frame

RDP Thursday – DEEP

 

Her name is Amelia and she hangs upon my wall

trapped in a frame

from a five and ten cent store.

 

Her eyes are flat and cold

her cheeks are pale and slack

Her jaw is wired shut

there are metal hands upon her back.

 

The bow on top her head

has been tied with love and care

and someone long ago

curled her long brown hair.

 

Her dress was to big and her shoes didn’t fit

and every time

she saw them hanging  in her closet

she closed her eyes and said;

” Ma, I’m just dying to wear this dress. ”

Before winter hit,  she did.

 

 

If You Go Into The Woods Today…

RDP Tuesday: pomp

It’s a grand song, a bouncy joyful song about  our beloved toys coming to life and sneaking off for a picnic.

You’re free to join in the fun, if you wear a disguise, keep your head down and I’m guessing it’s probably not a good idea to get caught

because

toys that come to life and sneak off to the woods to have a party is a situation that will probably not end well – if you pay attention to these little rhymes and slightly dark little songs, it never does, does it?

Teddy Bear’s Picnic

If you go down in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain
Because today’s the day the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having
A lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
At six o’clock their Mommies and Daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears

Every Teddy Bear who’s been good
Is sure of a treat today
There’s lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play

Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They’ll hide and seek as long as they please
‘Cause that’s the way the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having
A lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
At six o’clock their Mommies and Daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears

Songwriters: JOHN W BRATTON, JIMMY KENNEDY
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

The Owner Of The House

RDP Monday: DUENDE

She asked her husband, once, why he never read what she wrote

she asked her best friend

her sister

and her son

the same question.

 

” Because, ” her husband said

and her sister and best friend told her

and

her Son admitted

that it was bad enough to see the monsters

looking out from her eyes

and to hear the ghosts in her voice

and catch the Devil in her face

but the thought of seeing them

on a page

and in their hands

now

free of the house

where they live with me- under word and key

would mean that the ghosts and devils and monsters

were

loose and that  the Ghosts and Devils and Monsters

know who

my

Husband

and

Son

and Sister

and best friend

are

and where they live  and sleep.