very different doormats
pearlmutt
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I took my shoes off,
On the pavement
Baring my soles.
Fat chalk in pretty pale colors
Flaked off on our finger tips.
You scrawled a message,
And I pasteled a portrait,
Shading our meaning,
All over the ground.
It was a smiley face.
It said, He + She = We.
You teach math;
That’s a simple sentence.
I said, like simon who says simple.
No, you said, like paul who says,
Diamonds, them’s diamonds
On the soles of her shoes.
Oh, no, no, no.
I am not wearing shoes.
No diamonds for me!
We smiled.
We failed the sobriety test.
Teachers, my god!
Failing the sobriety test.
Let’s do it again.
In the king sized bed?
You wanted to know,
And I said, god, no.
It’s decadent,
that bed,
Look how big!
Who needs so much space?
So we scribbled and scrawled
With fat chalk in our hands
We were thankful, grateful,
For it’s thickness.
Children and drunks,
Lacking digit-al dexterity,
Need fat chalk!
I said, okay, okay, okay.
I am going to be Basquait,
And you will be Maya Angelou,
And we’re going to do chalk outlines
Up and down this street
That scream it.
Are you ready?
They scream it:
LIFE DOESN’T FRIGHTEN ME AT ALL!
NOT AT ALL!
NOT AT ALL!
And the children came,
And they said,
You got kicked out.
And we smiled and said, yes.
They told us we needed to leave.
We were dancing at their reception,
And my jeans were ripped in three places,
And dear, sweet, jesus,
You were not wearing a tie,
And the children smiled.
It was irreverent.
It was reverent.
And the adults wanted to know
Bride? or Groom?
Dang it.
Bride or Groom?!
How did you get in here?
With your un-holy jeans.
And I said, (to you, not them,
Because they would not understand)
But I said it to you (and the kids because they would.)
The door was unlocked;
There were pineapples on the railings.
That’s southern for
You’re Welcome.
On the pavement
Baring my soles.
Fat chalk in pretty pale colors
Flaked off on our finger tips.
You scrawled a message,
And I pasteled a portrait,
Shading our meaning,
All over the ground.
It was a smiley face.
It said, He + She = We.
You teach math;
That’s a simple sentence.
I said, like simon who says simple.
No, you said, like paul who says,
Diamonds, them’s diamonds
On the soles of her shoes.
Oh, no, no, no.
I am not wearing shoes.
No diamonds for me!
We smiled.
We failed the sobriety test.
Teachers, my god!
Failing the sobriety test.
Let’s do it again.
In the king sized bed?
You wanted to know,
And I said, god, no.
It’s decadent,
that bed,
Look how big!
Who needs so much space?
So we scribbled and scrawled
With fat chalk in our hands
We were thankful, grateful,
For it’s thickness.
Children and drunks,
Lacking digit-al dexterity,
Need fat chalk!
I said, okay, okay, okay.
I am going to be Basquait,
And you will be Maya Angelou,
And we’re going to do chalk outlines
Up and down this street
That scream it.
Are you ready?
They scream it:
LIFE DOESN’T FRIGHTEN ME AT ALL!
NOT AT ALL!
NOT AT ALL!
And the children came,
And they said,
You got kicked out.
And we smiled and said, yes.
They told us we needed to leave.
We were dancing at their reception,
And my jeans were ripped in three places,
And dear, sweet, jesus,
You were not wearing a tie,
And the children smiled.
It was irreverent.
It was reverent.
And the adults wanted to know
Bride? or Groom?
Dang it.
Bride or Groom?!
How did you get in here?
With your un-holy jeans.
And I said, (to you, not them,
Because they would not understand)
But I said it to you (and the kids because they would.)
The door was unlocked;
There were pineapples on the railings.
That’s southern for
You’re Welcome.
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With fat chalk in our hands
We were thankful, grateful,
For it’s thickness.
Children and drunks,
Lacking digit-al dexterity,
Need fat chalk!
THIS is poetry