GINGERBREAD MEN
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
Just southwest of Middletown resided Gingerbread Fred
A plump and portly holiday treat who wore buttons of red
Loved and et all his vanilla crème
Causin’ screams from two m&m
“Help me… help… oops…my buttons popped!” he said
T’was a last Thursday before Christmas when Gingerbread Fred
Did something that [...]
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You never knew…
Yet, you never understood my fervour;
You never ventured to wipe my moistened eyes,
With your lips through your embellishing kisses,
You never heard the throbs of my soul, reaching
You as feeble strains from the lute of my heart!
You came into my life with out me knowing
Your proximity to my soul;
And sat on the flower bedecked [...]
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I fall asleep, if but only for
A split-second:
End of cigarette in my right hand.
It’s early, I mean early morning,
Her ghost; detached from her vehicle and ready
She, wanting to take over me
Through the semi-transparent white;
That of an angelic-spread.
Swinging my empty left hand; forward I haul
Myself.
I jolt up and out of it,
Back to the now,
Without her
Possessing me.
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I was driving down a short road
I asked my mother where are you living, behind Dad’s doors?
Do you wish for more?
I see a hint of Mother’s smile
as she hides behind her broken eyes.
Above her pictures of angels and Jesus
but still I wonder how and when Mother got
so pure carrying me inside her womb.
Was she locked [...]
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You wake yesterday.
Will peace wear worry?
The salt’s smile.
Fire’s translucent self.
Why?
Steel hole rot.
Less eternity.
Sad sky present.
The web soft to the night.
Trust and think.
Velvet voice star sail.
Sex from porcelain.
Embrace.
Melt.
Explore.
Change.
Linger to haunt
times secret.
Sacred with morning.
Healing see through
my window?
The rain’s sister.
Concrete bleeds.
Needle surrounds,
to the vein.
Numb.
Gray tear.
Summer tan.
Screaming hate.
Her habit debates.
Perhaps burned a
body for disease.
Hiding eyes pale
white curtains for
your thunder.
Ash [...]
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I went for a walk, as I did each morn,
I picked up the mail which was always the norm,
A letter, a bill and two lousy flyers,
One for insurance and one selling tires.
Nothing seemed special, all was the same,
I looked a bit closer and saw something strange,
A black and white envelope there in the rack,
I scooped [...]
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Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
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Coffee
When I awake each morning
I head right for the pot
To brew my cup of coffee
Black and steaming hot.
The first cup works its magic
Without it my day
Would be tragic.
The fragrant aroma so teasing
To my senses it’s so pleasing.
I’m now set to face the day
My worries washed away
Thank heavens I must say
For that first cup of coffee
That [...]
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Someone Else’s Crime
I will grow tomatoes
When you’ve set me free.
I will live at home in peace
Where all will let me be.
I will wake up cheerful
In the morning to the sun.
I will feel at peace at last,
Once my Freedom’s won.
I have been imprisoned here
For someone else’s crime.
I have lived my life in fear,
And I have done [...]
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Gratitude
On awakening in the morning
To greet the new born sun
I offer up my prayers to God
For all that He has done.
My conversations with the Lord
Are rarely pleas for me;
However, they are thank you notes
For blessings sent to me.
Our talks are rather simple,
And here is what I say
Thank you Lord for staying
The long and dream [...]
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