D-Day

Hey, Mama Zen!  After months of torturous planning, the first day of your vacation has finally arrived.  So, what are you going to do now?

I'm going to Disney World!

Be back in a few days . . .

Empty

As I empty
of all there is
to remember,
to forget,
will I rattle like a stone in a sieve,
or will my sleep be dreamless?

For the "dementia" prompt at Real Toads

This Box

Let me lock this box
of disappointments and give
you the only key.

If my traitor hands
tease and test the lock, take these
traitor hands from me.

And take these pearls of
past offense I noose around
my neck; loose them all

and let them fall like
precious planets finally freed
from hateful orbit.

For Haiku Heights and Open Link Night at dVerse

Man Like You

Walkin' be slow, but you too tired to run.
You either gots too much, or you ain't got none.
A man like you bitch if I shoot you with a solid gold gun.

You cuss de watered down liquor and de skunky seed dope.
You cuss de preacher at Holiness for holdin' out hope.
A man like you bitch if I hung you with a brand new rope.

I bake you a pie.  You got yo mouth set fo cake.
I calls up a miracle.  You call me out fo my mistake.
Lord, a man like you bitch till I gonna put you in a fresh dug grave.

A little blues for the mini-challenge at Real Toads.

This Machine

This machine
rides my hips,
my lips wrapped around a microphone.

This machine
breaks curfew
while nice girls sit at home.

This machine
rocks hard,
cradles soft,
and loves you free.

This machine
kills sexists
and preaches wildcat truth in E.

Note: "This machine kills sexists" is a nod to Woody Guthrie's guitar.

For Marian's "Suzi Quatro" prompt at Real Toads.