The Well-Wisher

Well-wishing and looking at the rippled lines

Vacancy’s and for sale signs

Can be seen as discouraging tombs

Or as opportunity to invest anew

Flies amass to stickiness

Sweet like candy, more or less

So, as you enjoy each treats bliss

Remember, that flies also swarm to…

Wink, wink, nod, nod

Poking your eyes out with the cattle prod

Electric bolts to spark you bright

On a fated windswept night

Oh, how the niceties in life

Can grow to be repulsive

And how the ugliest thoughts

Can become the prettiest

I’m closing my eyes and praying on a penny.

Believing upon splash comes the answers to my dreams aplenty

The Genie in the Bottle

Painted pins, pushing in,

Draped time, stagnant flow,

Interment, alone,

Same old questions,

As are the one word soliloquy’s

We so often hear and know,

Genie in a broken bottle,

Afraid to leave,

For his duty has not been forgave,

I absolve you, run away,

Yet, this was not a familiar custom,

Begging, pleading, I accepted,

Three wishes, and then he’d be free,

One:  I wish for the answers, each and every one

Two:  I wished for companionship

Three:  I wished he’d smooth out the edges of the bottle, so he wouldn’t hurt himself on the way out.

Bottle smoothed.  Genie leaves.

So many answers, all at once, I can’t decipher, I can’t decode, however long this should be, I’ll never be alone, with all these questions haunting me.