I ain't no hobo wit'out no know-how!
Sometimes these things just come to me.
I try to let them feel safe
so they come to me
more often.
These are just bones.
I will hang rag on them later.
You won't be back later, again.
That isn't how the 'internet' works.
So, you get this.
A pedantic introduction to
a bent coat hanger.
Not the abortive type,
the simple mistreated household
utility-sort that is meant to be easily replaced
and oft-thrown out,
and always in the way,
yet never around when you need them.
Rubber bands and duct tape, also qualify.
“Can you Hear Me Now?”
Mom was 'hard of hearing',
and to vain/poor for hearing aids
which always kept our volume RELEVANT.
Is that what made me speak to avoid
misunderstanding?
It certainly made me speak loud.
But did it make me *listen* differently?
Pay better attention?
I was always quick to hear through accents, slurred speech,
I can *communicate*. I can help them get me, I can go out and get them
and bring us together.
I feel.
I think.
I persist?
But, is that one way I became?
I try to let them feel safe
so they come to me
more often.
These are just bones.
I will hang rag on them later.
You won't be back later, again.
That isn't how the 'internet' works.
So, you get this.
A pedantic introduction to
a bent coat hanger.
Not the abortive type,
the simple mistreated household
utility-sort that is meant to be easily replaced
and oft-thrown out,
and always in the way,
yet never around when you need them.
Rubber bands and duct tape, also qualify.
“Can you Hear Me Now?”
Mom was 'hard of hearing',
and to vain/poor for hearing aids
which always kept our volume RELEVANT.
Is that what made me speak to avoid
misunderstanding?
It certainly made me speak loud.
But did it make me *listen* differently?
Pay better attention?
I was always quick to hear through accents, slurred speech,
I can *communicate*. I can help them get me, I can go out and get them
and bring us together.
I feel.
I think.
I persist?
But, is that one way I became?