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Old
old boy
old dog
old cat
old man
old song
old ways
old love
old pain
old dreams
old life
old math
old strife
old hope
old home
old sticks
old bones
Floof-exchange
Floof-exchange (floofinition) – Place where animals go to enter quantum portals that allow them to live better lives in alterverses. Sometimes they take their current bodies with them but have the power to leave that body behind, sometimes later returning to that same body. Because of the floof-exchange’s nature, it’s possible for animals to arrive seconds before they left so it appears that they never departed at all.
In use: “Multiple floof-exchanges exist wherever humans lived, but humans lack the intelligence and skill sets to see or understand them, and the animals use them freely.”
The Madness
Yeah, here we go, a first-world rant.
I’m in ‘my’ coffee shop this morning. It’s about fifty degrees and sunny outside. In here, they have the air-conditioning running. Whaaat? But worse, they’re playing Christmas lullabies. You know what I mean. A Christmas lullaby is one of those old chestnuts being played at a slooow, mellooow speeed, so slow that the singer sounds like they’re on the verge of going to sleep themselves.
I think, the madness, technology, calendar, holidays, and expectations clashing. Oh, the horror, the horror.
Remember, only two million years till Christmas. Make it count.
Not That
I’m not that old when you look at the seas
not that young when you look at me
I know I’m male, maybe five on a scale
but I don’t know what that means
I’m not that white when you look at snow
not that dark when you look at me
not that dumb when you see a rock
not that smart when you talk to me
I’m not that bright when you look at the sun
not that companionable when you’re looking for fun
not that simple when you add one and one
not that easy when you take away one
not that worldly in the sum of my parts
not that able, strong, or smart
not that forgiving in what I’ve seen and heard
not that judgmental in the lessons learned
Yellows
Wash me in yellow
the bright color of hopeful change
spritz me with marigolds
press me to get out of my lane
Soak me in yella
optimism and light
help me see past the madness and badness
and pursue what’s right
Drown me in yeller
make it an ocean of chance
a place where all are happy
and there’s singing and dance
Coat me in yellow
let it cover me all
like dazzling leaves on a tree
in the bright sunshine of fall
Michael Seidel, writer 