Windows is shutting down, and grammar are
On their last leg. So what am we to do?
A letter of complaint go just so far,
Proving the only one in step are you.
Better, perhaps, to simply let it goes.
A sentence have to be screwed pretty bad
Before they gets to where you doesnt knows
The meaning what it must be meant to had.
The meteor have hit. Extinction spread,
But evolution do not stop for that.
A mutant languages rise from the dead
And all them rules is suddenly old hat.
Too bad for we, us what has had so long
The best seat from the only game in town.
But there it am, and whom can say its wrong?
Those are the break. Windows is shutting down.
Windows is Shutting Down by Clive James
My name is Tara and I’m 55 years old Precious Moments angel statue I would not classify myself as a hoarder, more of a rescuer of Target receipts When I first moved in it was just mostly boxes because I was moving in then I tried to unpack but everything just got put wherever Martha Stewart magazines I just started asking God that I would like to know what it would be like to have an organized sea of stuffed frogs A bed looks like a bed with picnic baskets And your table doesn’t have stuff on it it’s a painting of a cornucopia And the couch you can sit on it people can sit on it like American girl dolls Well I’ve finally come to the realization I have too much Praise Hymn compact discs I told God that I just have this one wish and this one dream that Lord you just send someone to help Jesus Christ Hearts Me Florida license plate holder My mother, she had a one-bedroom Nativity set We all ended up sleeping in the same crumbling Family Circus comic strip I didn’t know how a house was supposed to be tangle of mismatched electronic cords I haven’t been in the closet in five years because Victorian dolls I realized I have to let some things go because how am I ever going to get out of this mayhem and foolishness if I don’t Walking in Wisdom Embracing Love 2005 calendar You have to be willing to do the work McDonald’s minions Happy Meal toys You have to be able to let it go uncashed paycheck from 2008 If you don’t, it will swallow you flattened American flag balloon My brain is not wired for this 18-year old pile of unopened mail I’m trying to recover from a migraine marching penguin with Santa hat I’ll do that tomorrow but then tomorrow something else happens candy cane stuck to the floor Whoa, that’s my vertigo lint roller covered in lint I don’t want to deal with cordless phones coated in dust I need to breathe nearly natural poinsettias I’m hoping and praying for a miracle unused Trisha Yearwood tickets from 1999 I always felt like if Jesus came to the door and opened the door I would have felt so shamed because I wasn’t showing gratefulness and pink Jesus Christ “Enjoy” baseball cap in Coca Cola font Those are mine, I keep those Bed Bath and Beyond crystal Kleenex holders I didn’t realize there was so much dust Easter bunny I have done the Lord’s work humbly Thomas Kinkaide puzzle of Cinderella castle Yes and with tears
Hoarders: Tara by Kate Durbin
I drive down Copperleaf Lane
looking at those copper leaves
falling from the poplar trees
(well, to tell the truth,
I’m not sure they’re poplars
but that fits well with my poem…
it’s called poetic license)
I see why the street is named thus, though
it is a copper way
on a copper day
Must have been named in fall
because other seasons the leaves were all
not living up to their name
rule breaking in their seasons
shades of green to green
I love nature
reveals so much about how we could live
one slow beautiful movement within them all
in each one precious moment in our time of time
paying no mind to the rules, we find
words, and trees, always finding their rhyme
Amy Lloyd (AL)