Day: March 7, 2015

Advice For Her

Life will have its ups and downs

We will see the best of days

And burn in the fires of the worst

We will breathe in the fresh air

And exhale the smog and grime

But never forget the good days

Keep those thoughts close to your heart

Protect them with hellfire and brimstone

For when the days do go to hell

And all looks hopeless

You can slip back to when the times were good

When we were in good company

In good hands

Safe from the winds

And the howls of all the evil we see

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing except the memories we keep

So dear, please remember

Keep only the good ones

And leave the rest behind

For no one needs that extra baggage

And it can serve a good purpose

Leave it behind

And let it be stumbling blocks

For your personal Mephistopheles

Who is grabbing for your heels

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Paul And The Bird

Paul and I sat on a park bench

Drinking whisky from clear plastic cups, which we took from a fast food restaurant

It was a beautiful day and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

As he poured us another shot, he looked anxiously to the sky

I saw him do this more than a couple of times

“Hey man, what are you looking up there for?”, I asked

“Birds”, he answered. “Those god damned creatures are everywhere these days.”

“Listen, Paul.  We live in Florida.  I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have birds here.”

“Yeah, well, not usually this many.  Did you know I counted more than twenty of them in my backyard, yesterday?  They’ve been shitting everywhere.  I got so pissed off, than I grabbed a pellet gun and killed one of them.”

“Why would you do something like that,” I demanded, “What if I unexpectedly shot you, the next time you were in my backyard?”

“You probably would” he said, “I’ll drink to that.”

So Paul poured two more

This time he poured them deep

They were taller than doubles

“Here’s to you, shooting me”

“Here, here”

And I drank the whisky back

Faster than the pellet which killed that bird

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

The Note

She rose early

Packed a small bag of belongings

And a snack for the road

She crept around the apartment

Moving soundlessly, like a mouse

She found a pen

And a scrap piece of paper

Sat on the couch

And wrote out her plan

Her reasons

Her thoughts, on all the mistakes

She wrote of her fond memories

And all the good times

When she finished, she looked it over

Then looked to the clock

Time was a factor

And the time was now

She rose up, picked up the note

And walked to the kitchen

She put coffee in the maker

Filled it with water, turned it on

She neatly placed the note under an empty, waiting cup

Then she turned

And headed for the door

She bent down and picked up her bag

And took one more look around

She loved this apartment

So many memories

So many good times

But those were long ago

Things can change

This can go south

So she closed her eyes

She took a deep breath

And softly placed the apartment keys on the table

She exhaled, opened her eyes, turned and left

The door behind her

Locked forever

She got in her car

Started the engine

Backed out of the drive

And headed towards the rising sun

She thought about how he would soon wake

To the smell and sounds of the coffeemaker

He would call her name

He would call again

But this time, there wouldn’t be an answer

She pictured him reading the note

And a tear ran down her cheek

As she continued towards the rising sun

© Dicky J Loweman 2015