Jo Beth

Dreams picked up where the liquor left off,
but you're not embarrassing yourself.

The old frame was only big enough for great great great grandpa's one glowering eye,
the infamous rendition of the gateway to his royal southern soul,
staring rigidly right through the glass and your transparent standards,
into your room and the one laying there.
But don't be afraid,
you're not embarrassing yourself.

Excuses might have worked,
if he were still alive, and exercising the habits of then,
instead of the dead habits of now,
but they were older than you'd like to believe
and so are those benefits you continue to reap.
Those marvelous benefits reaped.

It's not your fault,
but it isn't great great great grandpa's either,
ask his wife
or his pastor.
They are the one you have to answer to,
so you're not just embarrassing yourself.

That old gramophone liked to skip, but not this morning,
not while playing the hangover melodies from the night before to kick today off right.
The last thing you need is to slip into comfort before your nap.
And no one's sure why the sun would even bother to come out
when it knows you'd rather be in bed.

Scraps of Importance: Part One

With the arrival of the new knockoffs,
the old knockoffs found themselves in a spot.
"We're people too!"
Yes, it's true.

Do you think knockoffs?
Do you think I've met you before?