“Timeshare Chicanery”

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“Woods Hole Harbor” © C.P. Hickey 2009

 

 

 

“Timeshare Chicanery” *

 

Come at once!

Make haste, you’ve won!

For your time,

a handsome sum.

You don’t have to buy,

despite our best try.

You’re free to go.

Just a moment, though.

Sit inside this hotel multi-purpose room,

and listen to our pitch.

You can have a free blender,

even if you ditch.

Let’s share some time,

and time some share.

A few weeks a year,

now that is all we ask.

Are you and your new spouse up to such a task?

Imagine, yourself in a warmer clime,

just sign here,

upon this dotted line.

Floridian, Caribbean,

abroad in some exotic place.

If those aren’t the weeks you want,

you simply trade your space.

Our industry depends on you,

we value your inability to say no.

Once we get a foot in the door,

it’s nigh impossible for you to go.

So, come at once!

Make haste, you’ve won!

You’re luckier than most.

Sign upon the dotted line,

and enjoy a sunny coast.

Two weeks a year,

is all we need,

to puff our bottom line.

We depend on rubes like you,

you are our favorite kind.

*seeded from a phrase offered by, E. Vickery

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“Foofaraw”

Poem 21 comes on the heels of an auspicious day. A lot of folks suffered from eclipse fever. Here is a small tribute to the great deal of fuss made about a heavenly matter. Thank you Haley H. for the inspiration. And to all you flat earthers out there, eat a bag of eclipse.

 

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“Orange Glow” – http://www.sercano.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Donald-Trump-observó-el-eclipse-solar-sin-gafas.jpg

 

“Foofaraw”

A solar foofaraw.

A celestial event.

Looked right in it’s maw,

and retinas are spent.

 

Tinfoil and pinholes,

promised safe views.

A collection of assholes,

on channel five news.

 

Looking up to the heavens,

instead of their palms.

Hapless expressions,

on science savants.

 

A great galvanizer,

this grand foofaraw.

Succinct synchronizer,

elliptical law.

 

When events in the sky,

pull you up from below.

Keep a well focused eye,

on the coronal glow.

 

These events are rare,

and define the space-time.

Perceived solar glare,

amplifies the sublime.

 

Look up, look up!

A newer reality.

Truly abrupt,

passed its totality.

 

A box of used glasses,

and plenty of tricks.

Another one passes,

goodbye eclipse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Friscalating Moonlight”

Similar to poem 19, poem 20 harkens back to my past. I offer deep appreciation to my greatest muse and partner, Lissette. We share love, laughs, tears, successes, failures, hopes, fears, and all that comes to us under a sun eclipsed by a moon. Wes Anderson’s character Eli Cash spoke the word that inspired this poem, and although it isn’t a real word, what this poem presupposes…maybe it is.

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Courtesy of Public Domain – https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2016/10/27/16/59/full-moon-1775765_960_720.jpg

“Friscalating Moonlight”_originally conceived on 6-21-05

The moon knows what to make of this,

for I know not.

It hovers in the heavens,

guiding confused couples through life.

A labyrinth of passions,

dead ends,

and darkened roads.

Illuminating possibilities, chances, and hopes.

Friscalating.

How it mocks me.

How it laughs at held notions of propriety.

 

“You mortal fool,

can’t you recognize perfection?”

 

Beams directing me to embrace her.

Searching for expression.

Tender silhouette,

stretching against the night.

Remove the hair from her eyes,

and stare into bliss.

 

One moment stolen in the moonlight,

preludes an eternity of satiety.

 

Thankfully, the moon cannot penetrate a roof.

For I know not what to think of other than her,

and in the safety of my hideaway,

the moon can’t mock me.

 

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