tomorrow is the big day - going to get that promotion - just know it!



i wake up tomorrow.


put on my green tie.


feeling money so i wanted to compliment the thought.


it smells like cat urine.



i take it off.



the doorbell rings.



i dont even have a door bell.

the neighbors just put one in
and are playing it like a one keyed piano.



i try to be polite
when i step out of character opening the front door
to my apartment throwing the tie at my neighbors cat sitting sideways on my
doorstep licking its neck.



it barks.
i hiss.
it barks again.



head down in despair, i shrug, "you win"




i grab a cup of coffee
that has been sitting in my fridge for the past 2 days
and warm it up.

i dont have a micro so i plug in the blow dryer on how
which is really low becuase it isn't what it used to be.



as i leave my apartment i notice the neighbor across from me.


she is a young girl in her early 60's holding a pair of binoculars
aimed at me and she is leaning on her balcony naked
with what looks to be smoke rising from an ashtray two balconies over.



i tuck in my thumb and high four the mail man because sometimes
he forgets to close my mailbox.



i notice my car is missing
so i stick a screwdriver in someone elses ignition.



thankfully its a convertible and the top was down.



driving on my way to work i notice a car sitting on the side of the road
with a small engine fire burning -- thats a fire burning from it's engine.

on my right im not sure what is over there because
to my left there is a very good looking woman wearing a bikini
crying and kicking the fender of her jalopy wearing male cowboy boots.

i look in the back of this car and see a table clothe
lying on the floorboard.

i throw it at her and say, "put this on!"



arriving at work. "im here."

letting the boss know im up-to-date on the latest.



"glad you made it 2 hours late" he replies.



"im ready for my promotion!" i imply.



"promotion!? what promotion?" he blares out boasteriously.


me, "you know, the one you said i was going to get for showing
up to work sober."

hahahahahahahahaha
Wonderful :-)

Awesome..lol..

I loved it.

You have a way of saying what is on the mind. Loved this..kept me going. Do all 60 year old ladies go naked? hmmmm...loved seeing you here.

Sadie - To answer your question: Yes, they all go naked in their sixties because they realize its not whats on the inside that counts. It's how they feel on the outside when they don't care what anyone thinks that feels most rejuvenating. Glad you are still here doing what you love. Whenever i think of the word 'Rose' and the word 'Poetry' i always associate the two with you.

2KM - I have not forgot. Writing poetry is like making love. The feeling has to be their or else it's just sex. Thanks for keeping me inspired whenever i write here.

Tazz - Always a pleasure to receive your emoticons.

Ainjel - Thank You Kindly.

Soufiehere - You made me smile even more than i already was.

d4tc - What are you doing? Write a new poem!