Vitriolic Valentine

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Vitriolic Valentine

“We are each of us angels with only one wing,

and we can only fly by embracing one another.”

--Lucretius

I rose up rambunctious this morning,

raging & ranting against the machine,

cranky as a bruin with boils, wanting,

demanding answers, closure, results,

pernicious pounds of flesh,

positive pieces of mind, succor

or at least some modicum of

verisimilitude.

Tell me why

does the wind whine like a whimsical

weather-bitch in Wimbledon while

professionals are attempting

to tend to serious tennis?

Will we as a species ever

experience global peace?

Because nobody negates

the numbing notion that all nations

need a nicer way to wage war;

for human nature is just too

naturally bellicose to embrace it.

Let me tell you, as a member

of the morbidly obese, if

one weighs two tons, and just

cannot surmount or control hunger,

it’s like riding a Brahma bull hand’s free--

so damn it, what dip-shit doesn’t dent decorum

while fasting off the fat?

My neighbor’s garage rafters are riddled

with rabid rats, while only slim yards away,

as our Keezie cat stands vigil, we do hope

our gentle garage will never become

a similar rodent sanctuary. 

My silver Suzuki SUV doesn’t like

living outside in the in-climate weather

while my wife’s cute hybrid Camry

rests snug & warm within

our one-car garage, but my

vehicular pal patiently puts up

with the designated disrespect.

Our tomcat complains loudly

if I am too slow to feed him,

and the tawdry tale he tells

me wife is niggard nonsense.

By mid-morning I had to accept

the fatuous fact that I could never

pick out all the bucolic burrs

under my shepherd’s saddle,

so I soon found myself clicked into Facebook

searching out serious romantic images

to share with my spouse, who

would most certainly just delete them,

dismissing my gesture as silly

& sentimental tokens of distaff devotion,

but I do know she will probably

enjoy the garrulous gesture.

Glenn Buttkus

February 14, 2013

Posted over on dVerse Poets FFA

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