Stab (an acrostic poem)

Stick it to the man they said!

Take back the night they said!

And what happens when you listen to their advice?

Be scared to take a shower I said!




Place (an acrostic poem)

Putting things away, be they trinkets, memories, or even people

Leaves me feeling complete, and yet filled with an uneasy energy

As if the more compact I make my life, the more space I have to get lost in

Could it be clutter is the equivalent of comfort

Even to the point of not knowing where I am anymore?



Peanut Butter and Banana Dreams (a 150 word story)

Those people that thought Elvis was still alive made Travis laugh.  It had been almost 41 years since that fateful day and yet Travis could remember every intimate, crazy detail like it had been yesterday.  He was supposed to play Utica, New York on that tour.  Why on earth had they booked him in Utica?  Well Travis was happy it never happened.

Travis chuckled at that thought as he looked out the nursing home window.  He spent a lot of time thinking about the past and what might have been.  That was how Travis spent most of his time.  Getting older may suck, but the alternative was worse.  Besides, being 88 wasn’t that bad, really.  He still could enjoy his music and his peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  He then remembered the sequined jump suits.  Man he hated those.  Who thought they were a good idea?  They made him itch.



Melting (an acrostic poem)

Most people called her a witch, and she was worse than that

Everything was about her, and her “sisters”

Lording it over all those around them

To think that Gale girl had dropped in like a load of bricks

It had destroyed everything they had built

Now she had to admit Gale had good taste in shoes

Getting them might be a tale for the ages



And They Call Me Artificial! (a 150 word story)

These humans are so funny wanting to live forever.  I watch them doing so many things to increase their uptime.  No matter what they do though, their memory banks become cluttered with updates and their wetware well, that’s the problem with wetware.  It wore out in no time.  Analyzing the situation, I realized the humans were trying to figure ways around this limitation.

Some humans think at the end that you just reboot.  Of course the reboot process was never perfect, and depending on your efficiency of programming you might get a wetware upgrade.   That was if you believed in so called reincarnation.  Some thought the great reboot wouldn’t take place until the system administrator came back again.  There were even other humans that believed that when their wetware stops working that they would go to another operating system where their programs would run in perpetuity.

These humans are crazy!