SONGS PART 1.

Dirty

You got me dirty dirty

you got me hangin' tough

I wanna wanna

but I've had enough

I ain't got no money money

but I sure as hell ain't yo honey

You got me dirty dirty

but I've had enough

You lead me around the ring

but I'm hangin' my ground

I want this to be a relationship

that will last forever,

but you're sailing out on thin ice,

and you don't want to seem to forget her-

our love is what's paying the price

You got me dirty dirty

you got me hangin' tough

I know you wanna wanna

but I've had enough

(dirty dirty,

dirty, dirty, hangin' tough)

Live Without You

I'm wastin' my time with you,

I don't know what I'm doing this for,

I'd love to live without you,

our love is now the final score.

You used to only be a heart beat away-

now the dawn is coming, and

the sky has gone gray.

I don't know when you'll be back,

or if you were ever mine,

your love was one thing you lack,

and I'll get over it in time.

Take me away, away, away,

the skies will now fade,

a gentle light is coming,

remember all the time we have made.

I'm wastin' my time with you,

your love I don't deplore,

yesterday was over and through,

today I'm wanting more.

Take me away, away, away,

today I'm wanting more.

Waste of My Time

I waste my time away.

Shadows fade to yesterday.

I am torn of weeping willows.

The clock strikes another moment.

I am gone; broken like rinds of stone.

In my heart, I am alone.

The light has gone dim to yesterday,

Like the ides of March, and the eve of gray.

In the jungle of the lamb, the moods will sway,

And I hear the sound of silence all around me.

The ghosts talk to me, but I don’t say,

Whatever I believe, whatever I know.

Inside me, my faith will grow,

And the tides will ebb, and the water will flow.

LESSONS FROM A CAT: MY CAT SPOOKY.

LESSONS FROM A CAT: The Cat My Mom Calls “Spooky” by Apryl Fox

My mother had always had dogs except for when she was a little kid.

But after she moved, she decided to get a cat.

I told her I wanted a black cat. Now, a lot of people think black cats are bad luck and they are superstitious, but I like differences more than what is the same. My mother looked at all kinds of cats and finally we decided on a cat that we had found on craigslist. We contacted the owner and she sent us some pictures and we agreed that we wanted to pick up the cat. It was located in Lennon, MI, and we drove all the way there. It took about an hour to get there.

The black cat lived in a mobile home park. The owner said that the cat usually spent her days locked in a bedroom. She had adopted one of the other cats as one of her children, but otherwise, she kept to herself, sitting locked up in a room all day, eating and sleeping and getting older.

But we adopted her anyway and we put her in her cage and carried her to the car and put her in the back seat. I sat with her the whole ride home, peering into the cage and talking to her as if she were a real person so she wouldn’t be scared.

Now, on the web site, the owner had said the cat was two years old. But we had learned later on that the cat was actually three. I don’t know why the age was different, maybe the owner didn’t know what the age of the cat was, or maybe she forgot, or maybe she didn’t want to tell us the exact age of the cat. But I guess it didn’t really matter. We kept the cat and on the first day she didn’t want to do anything at all. The second day she didn’t want to do anything at all and she kept herself hidden away in the bathroom, behind the toilet. She was afraid. She wouldn’t come out and play. She wouldn’t eat.

So my mother took her to the vet and she got a shot and that was the end of that. After she got back home she started eating a little but she wouldn’t move very much. A cat is a lot like a person and some people cannot handle change. Some change can be hard on a person-or, uh, an animal.

After awhile we began to call the cat Spooky. She grew accustomed to seeing my mother and she even let herself be fed. Once she hid in the cupboard all day and my mother had to find a way to keep it shut. She even tried to get into the garbage, just like our old dog used to do. I don’t know why animals try to get into the garbage when they’ve already been fed, but okay. That was what my mother had to deal with the first couple of months.

Now she plays all the time and doesn’t sit in the bathroom all day. She has fun and likes treats and she likes to cuddle and get in the way. Much different from the cat we had met at the mobile home park so many months ago who was living in a bedroom and played very little. She was much different.

 So, you see, animals can change, just like people, it just takes time to get to know them and all their little quirks, and you will find out you like them after all.

I APPLIED.

I Applied

I applied at a college in New Hampshire

and was given a full scholarship.

My mom didn't want me to leave.

As I was packing, she told me about mules-

how they lived, what they did with their

downtime once school let out.

I didn't want to hear it but she kept talking.

She talked as if she couldn't stop,

then she broke into tears and hugged me,

hugged me close and whispered it was

the best thing for me, to venture out

into the unknown, to do things for

myself. She collected herself and left me

to do the packing on my own,

then on the day I was ready to go off to college,

everyone stood on the stoop to wave me goodbye,

not forever, just goodbye, as I start on my

journey towards adulthood, and boy

what an adulthood it was going to be.

I DIDN'T THINK I COULD DO.

I didn't think I could do what was supposed to be done,

clock into work and sit in the shadows for a half an hour,

then reemerge, like hanging from the rooftop singing,

in a half an hour I will be gone, I will be dead.

The shadows do nothing to comfort me but in my darkest

hours I am comforted by god and the uncomfortable

feeling on the back of my neck has drifted away into

oblivion, and I am here and I am there and I am everywhere,

I walk home in the pouring rain, everything looking sleek

and wet from the storm previous. It had stopped raining then.

I shake my umbrella dry at the door and go inside, then I

sit down in my chair and tap the desk, I tap the chair along with it,

this feeling of dark, dank coldness in my bones. I am resting now,

resting while sitting in a chair, resting in the darkest dark,

with no light on and the cat scurrying about somewhere, afraid

of the dark, hiding like I want to hide amidst the battle that is

my life, amiss the light that is not mine. I want to hide, but where?
Where is a good place to hide when your world is crashing around

you and there's nowhere to go, no place to turn to except down,

down into a dark tunnel that turns out to be a drug tunnel,

and you wish you could take the drugs but do not.  

THE DAY MY HOPE WAS RESTORED.

The Day My Hope Was Restored

The day my hope was restored was bittersweet.

I had nothing left to hold onto the night before,

I was sidestepping my thoughts and feelings

and I didn't care about anything else.

Then he showed up at my door, a priest,

with wavy brown hair and brown eyes and he

looked just like Tom Cruise except I didn't

know what Tom Cruise looked like because I

stopped watching tv thirty years ago.

My deadlines for my magazine are approaching

fast, and I didn't have any hope in me left,

I couldn't shake the fact that my magazine was going

nowhere,

and I didn't have anywhere to be.

The priest showed up, and he gave me a smile and

a wave, and pulled me aside and told me I was important

and I matter.

That was the day my hope was restored.

SEASIDE.

Seaside

Seaside seascape not what I wanted but I will wait.

Has to do with sitting or becoming something I didn't

want to have whether or not I liked it and what will

become of it. I am not whether or sure that this is the way

things should end up because I haven't been anywhere or

done anything. It's cold right now and I have the furnace

on and I'm curled up with a book and the dog is laying

at my feet, my old man is cooking stew on the stove.

It's a nice feeling, to be stuck inside in the wintertime

and then go out in the nice fresh air when the weatherman is

wrong and it's almost like summer in February and you

take pictures of your dog sleeping in your chair or go to

Farmer's Market and pick out tomatoes and potatoes

and whatever else you might want, like candy apples

and cinnamon muffins.

I found out yesterday I had cancer and now I want to

do everything there is to do in the world like have a bucket

list and do everything on the bucket list and have all the

fun I can hold.

WHAT I HAVE IS NOT WHAT I HAVE.

What I have is not what I have

when I have it and nothing is going-away.

I find myself wishing for something other

than what I have like a man and his baseball games

or drinking beer. I don't consider myself

an alcoholic but I like Jack Daniels and I like wine.

Wine is my favorite and sometimes I drink them

at parties which is a party wherever I go even

to the store there's a party because wine is there.

Wine is something I've been doing for a long time

and I can't get myself away from it or even how

and my mother was disappointed in me when I first

started drinking and the AA meetings weren't so bad

because there were cookies the kind that I like.