Just Nonsense

I took the bucket, filled it up with water, then dumped it on Jerry’s head.

“Hey, C’mon!” he said.

“Let’s dance!” came a voice from inside the side door to the house.

“I don’t LIKE vegetables!” said another voice through the window.

“Your name is Mud!” Jerry said.

Then a wild hippopotamus ran through the yard. It was hot pink, with purple and white poke-a-dots all over.

“Is that a hippopotamus?” I asked Jerry.

“Don’t change the subject!” Jerry shouted.

“I like animals, but this is ridiculous,” I said.

“Why did you dump water on my head?” Jerry asked.

“Why do birds suddenly appear—every time— you draw near?” I sang to the tune of the Carpenters’ song.

“Why do I put up with you?” Jerry huffed.

“Help! You know, I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know, I need someone. Heeeelp!” I sang to the Beatles tune.

“What are you getting at?” cried Jerry.

“I’m looking at the man in the mirror. I’m asking him to change his ways,” I sang, to the Michael Jackson tune.

“This is pointless,” said Jerry. “I can’t think straight.”

“Might as well jump! Go ahead, jump!” I sang to the Van Halen song.

“You make no sense,” Jerry said.

“I have no sense,” I said.

“Here we are, both of us friends,” Jerry sang.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout,” I said.

Gone

Stilled.

The breath and the blood,

Slowing to a stop.

Where is the smile?

The laugh?

Or even the cry?

Seconds tick by…

No movement.

No voice calling.

What happened

To the thrill

Of living life

To its fullest?

What of risk,

Rides and rough-housing?

What of playing games,

Teasing and pranks?

What of kisses,

Hugs, and holding hands?

Life.

Gone!

Starting Over

Leave your heart

At the door,

Slammed shut,

With a thud.

Cover your eyes.

I don’t want you to see

How thin I’ve become,

Wasting away,

In loneliness.

And how I’ve hurt

On this special day.

How I wanted to say

Something cute,

Something caring,

Something happy;

But all that came out was,

“That’s nice.”

All I cared about

Was hiding my fear,

Not starting a fight again,

Over something stupid.

I want to start over.

I want to be closer.

I want to embrace your

Wilting body.

Let’s go down

To the river,

To drown our sin,

And come up again,

And bask in the sun.

Let’s hold each other again,

Like we once did,

When God smiled on us,

And we had not

A care in the world!

Instruction and Institution

Ask a question.

Doubt a lie.

Tell a story.

Is it true?

Someone wrote it.

Someone made it up

In their head.

Could it have come from God?

Not directly, surely.

No mountaintop bestowal

Of stone tablets.

And whether or not

THAT happened, is questionable.

It makes for a great story, though,

And the story is useful

For instruction and institution.

Let’s just leave it at that.