dim

he is dim

his prospects are dim

but he can dim the light in the kitchen

and make some great

dim sum

 

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My Core Belief

My core belief is that I’m ok.

Nobody knows me better than I do, so I’m pretty sure that I’m right.

Full disclosure: I’ve been convicted of two felonies.

In the first case, I thought she was an adult. I didn’t have a legal leg, or foot, to stand on, but I knew what I thought, so doing time did not shake my faith in myself.

If I had it to do over, I would be more careful about the warning signs, but making mistakes is how you learn. I won’t go into the warning signs, as I do look pretty foolish in retrospect, as well as in the video that went viral.

In the second case, I needed cash for an operation for my wife. I don’t fault myself for trying to take it from someone who has more than he needs. His children were not hurt in the plot. They went without food for a couple of days but I was doing them a favor with respect to their weight, in my opinion.

My heart was pure and my wife would have got her new nose if I had not been  foiled.

Who among us is without fault? Not me, but I’m ok with that. It’s in the Bible.

They say that the dumb don’t know they’re dumb and the wicked don’t know they’re wicked, but I know I’m not wicked, so that saying wouldn’t apply to me.

When I get out, if I ever do, I’m not going to change a thing.

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

pillow talk

[the challenge: use synonyms for table, sleep, take, foot, black.]

 

“Let’s defer this discussion.”

“You have a problem with those of a dusky hue. What’s to discuss?”

“I don’t have a problem with… It’s just that I was about to drift off here.”

“We don’t want to start out in the wrong direction. Might as well settle this now. No sense in you trying to say you didn’t say what you said.”

“I was just surprised.”

“To meet my dusky-hued mom? I’m not trying to pass.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I? Nice hotel. I paid the bill.”

“You paid the bill and now when I mention my mom you roll over with your back to me. How am I supposed to judge that?”

“You wore me out.”

“Uh huh.”

“All right. Tomorrow we’ll go visit my parents.”

 

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wife beater

 

please quit calling my shirt
a wife beater
i don’t beat my wife
although you wouldn’t know that
and please quit trying to pull it off
or i’m gonna have to slug you

 

Photo: Google
For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Haiku: Reunited

 

snow melts under sun

sky full of wings and birdsound

flock reunited

 

For Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

devotion

The lake is beautiful and so is your cabin, but watch out for that stray dog coming there.

Aw, that’s just old Shep. He’s ours.

I though he lived down at your house.

Yeah, we leave him there but he always runs the twenty miles up here anyway.

Jeez, that’s devotion.

 

For Five Lines or Less

dim

“You’re dim.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re stupid.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“Stupid people don’t know they’re stupid.”

“I hear people say they’re stupid all the time.”

“Those are the smart ones, say that.”

“That don’t make any sense.”

“To you it don’t, because you’re stupid.”

“Ok… I’m stupid.”

“Now you’re wising up.”

 

 

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Twittering Tales #73

 

can i paint it?

what color?

i thought red.

no you can’t paint it red. we’d be the laughingstock. you paint a barn red.

all right, purple then.

what’s wrong with you? listen to me. paint it white. we do things right around here.

 

222 words
Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com
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Bad Poetry Contest

Be My Valentine

I’ve got love instead of blood pumping through my heart.
It’s squirting out my auricles and ventricles and every other part.
It’s like romantic heart disease.
It’s like a heart attack of love unease.
It’s like love cancer causing pain,
then metastasizing to my brain.

premonitions

My hindsight is largely composed of resuscitated premonitions.

 

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