“You Have Big Cereal Ideas”

 

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“You Have Big Cereal Ideas”

 

Sometimes when I go to the store

I get big cereal ideas

My wife recognized this phenomenon

And when I first heard her say it I took offense

As I’m very sensitive about my big cereal ideas being called into question

She said, “You have big cereal ideas.”

Upon reflection, I thought that such a phrase might make a good poem

So now,  when I go to the store

I remain ambitious about big cereal ideas

And I sneak an unusual selection into my cart

I pay at the register and bring it home

And when I sort the groceries

The unusual selection has a way of lingering on the table

And ultimately is discovered by my wife

Who then shakes her head

Because, she knows me better than I know my own intentions

 

 

 

“I Am a Selfish Person”

 

“Self-feed” © C.P. Hickey 2020

 

“I Am a Selfish Person”

 

I am a selfish person

A certain self-assertion

The world rolls out before my eyes

I am the center of it all

Fault me not

Such facts perceived

Somewhere deep inside of me

 

How else would I see things?

 

I am a selfish person

Most certain of this assertion

The world is built of self-told lies

The universal point of it all

Faults forgot

Most facts recede

In the darkest depth of me

 

How else could I see things?

Wanton Wants

“Wanton Wants

Underneath the surface

Resides my true intent

Kissing madly madly

Hushed proximal breath

Leaning into it

Digesting

The sense of you and I

Culminates in sins chosen

Lost in galaxies,

You call eyes

Excited eve electric

Desire for insides

Insights new arrival

Forbidden by design

High hanging fruit from your garden,

Your basket of delights

I’d trust a serpent ‘fore an Angel

If you gave me one long night

Press, yes press against me

Find my heartbeat

Drive me wild

You brought a constant deep desire

When you hit me with that smile

“Boxing Day”

“Tannenbaum Delight” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2019

“Boxing Day”

 

Presents unwrapped,

Feasts consumed.

Less crazy life,

Re-resumed.

 

Christmas comes,

But once a year.

Family, friends,

And magic air.

 

Boxes stacked,

cardboard fold.

Carols sung,

New and old.

 

Stockings away,

Elves at work.

Santa’s list,

Renewed rebirth.

 

Of all the times,

I hold most dear.

This joyous, wondrous,

Time of year