October 1st - Ring
Samwise Gamgee could have carried it all the way but
Frodo Baggins was a little selfish. Wanted to save the world,
wanted to be the selfless one. Took it all on himself,
when, not up for argument, he had the real hero standing beside
him the entire time. But we don't have time for great halls, or dark times, even though we live in them as a constant of every minute, of everyday.
The point being if you have a Samwise, who goes about "dropping eaves" while being curious about the general well-being of the garden and his master-friend, do not let that hero go on simply
being your cheerleader, share the load, carry that burden together,
that's what friends are for, so they say.
Each day brings about a bit of nonsense, but don't be a Frodo, don't be an attention hog, and whine about how hard it is, and let your Samwise watch you suffer, he's there to help you, she's there to help you, they're there to help you.
So don't be a Gollum-Smeagol and give up the ring already, you're only making it harder on the both of you.
October 2nd - Mindless
It seems a bit funny,
doesn't it?
To argue with a pumpkin,
with fish lips, and the language of a four-year old,
except for maybe rape, except for tax evasion, except for Ukraine.
But its not funny,
because you can't hold an empty gourd up to any standard,
can't beg it to be civil, when it don't even know how to
speak.
It seems funny,
but it isn't.
Doens't it seem so, though?
As the orange-whatever is rolled out in front of the podium,
unsure of how it got there,
never took the time to watch even a movie, let alone take a course in speech,
to understand you don't have to flail your arms around,
and if you flail your arms in mockery then you should probably
be filleted up in a garbage disposal.
But the orange-whatever,
pumpkin,
gourd,
is left to dangle arms in wild gestures, flailing back and forth, because
the puppeteer didn't get their training as well.
its a little unfair?
comparing a president to a pumpkin, unfair
to the pumpkin,
and unfair to us.
October 3rd - Bait
We catch and release for sport.
Sounds about right.
We are men,
I suppose, men as in mankind,
but it aint so kind.
Hook the jagged little pill into the cheek of some little guppy,
should be a blessing if it aint too big, too small to eat,
to small to bother to be chopped up.
The bigger you go, the more likely you'll be objectified,
stripped, and gutted, but then you gotta be filleted,
gotta be cooked up. but maybe not right away,
maybe you get put on hold, on ice, get locked away in
the dark, till the craving comes along.
i guess that's like men sometimes,
not mankind, but like men, but mankind too.
Catch and release,
move on to the next fish in the sea,
not all men I suppose, some catch em,
and some toss em back, and some take great care,
admire what makes them unique in a fish tank,
but not as a prison, as a haven-place.
that's like mankind too,
and man, or woman, or them.
Not so black and white in the water,
though it can be murky brown,
there's still some green, some blue,
and if you go deep enough some bio-luminescence.
i think,
I'm not a nautical expert,
but I think we can be better to the fish.
October 4th - Freeze
Isn't that what they told them,
then they did,
they froze. Shot
them anyway,
why not, their frozen,
paralyzed by the light,
by the trained gun.
Considering that the owner
of trigger finger might
might might want to just
try it.
Freeze. You're it, tag, I guess
but no one wins it,
no one does.
October 5th - Build
How do you build for a future,
when the foundation was not there.
Because plans changed, didn't have any cement
to hold me in place.
How do I build this,
discovering self at thirty,
it's strange, isn't it, to think that
the future is finally viable-visible.
Foundation is going down now,
cement is being poured, mixed, I'm transfixed
on the notion that its tangible,
and difficult, but why is difficult
a bad thing.
I've never been a builder, an architect, but maybe
I was all along, after all I've come out someone
elses dream, and miracle, but these extensions
I nailed up myself, painted, and finished,
remodeled, and tour down, maybe I did have a foundation
in the form of a motherly hope,
maybe I did. I think so.
I think I did.
October 6th - Husky
It used to be a euphemism for fat.
"You're not fat, you're husky."
No, you're fat, a husky is a dog.
You are fat. Not as fat as you have been,
but still up there. Personally,
don't find that okay, personally
always wanted to change that, be nice
to walk up to a clothes rack and not have
to settle for what works for my frame.
Husky dogs are cute. Loyal, take charge,
vigilant. But maybe they are not husky,
maybe they are fat.
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