Category: poetry

once upon a time, there existed in a faraway kingdom a small puppy. but not just any puppy, as this particular young pet may have looked like a dog, but inside was the mind of a young man who had died and been reborn into an animal’s body.

the puppy’s master sat upon the doorstep overlooking his back yard. the grass was plush, evenly distributed and without thistly blemish; great for taking a leisurely barefoot stroll.

off to one corner, along the edge of the property, was the puppy’s kennel. still quite young, perhaps about a year, he sat day after day peering through gaps in the chain-link fence enclosure, wondering how he had become a prisoner.

at first, things were wonderful…he lived inside the master’s house and had nearly free reign and was showered with his affection. he learned the rules about where to do his business, and which objects were toys and which were the master’s slippers.

but one day, the master suddenly became vengeful, spiteful; and curiously changed the rules the puppy had come to understand. even stranger, the master punished the unsuspecting dog for not having obeyed these new rules from the beginning, despite having been taught something completely different. obediently, the poor pup took his punishment and vowed to work hard to please the master and learn his new ways.

before long however, the new rules changed again…and then again; and of course the dog was scrutinised and reprimanded each time. the puppy was cast outward and locked into a tiny cage in the back yard. the puppy had become a bit disparaged, but would never bite the hand that fed him, although when the master would come to check on him, he would hide inside the house and wait for the cruel overseer to go away. in some fit of anger, the master soon replaced the tiny doghouse with one of glass, so he could closely monitor every minute detail of the puppy’s life and existence.

now completely without the love, respect, freedom or privacy he once enjoyed, the dog decided it was time to find a home with a master more caring and agreeable; certainly he deserved this basic right as a living, sentient being. he sat, planning and figuring in his head until one day it happened that the master came to toss some table scraps, and the puppy bolted towards the lumbering man, pummeling him over and running as hard and fast as he could, until the harsh, caustics of the sun through the roof of his glass prison was no longer stinging his eyes.

several days passed, and eventually a kind stranger picked up the puppy, and took him in as his own, and all was well. the original master, alone and beside himself, eventually sought new dogs for companionship and to satisfy his peculiar urges and harsh quirks…only to find that they too all would run away, and the master ended up living without the company he craved, but getting what he deserved after all.

once upon a time, there was a woman with this urge to eat; not an uncommon desire to begin with. craving a sandwich, she set off to her local grocer to pick up the necessities; specifically a loaf of wheat bread.now the bread happened to be on sale, and what a good deal it was! it wasn’t even the “day old” bread that is often reduced in price once it’s surpassed its freshness/expiration period; but it was apparently freshly-baked, and it seemed too good to be true. so the woman placed it in her basket and proceeded to the checkout.

once home, loaf in hand, she concocted the most wonderful sandwich she’d ever had. so good in fact, that she wanted another. but when she reached in to grab 2 new slices; what she pulled out was shocking: 2 slices of pumpernickel bread–though moldy and rotten in the center, as if a month old! “how odd,” she thought as she dipped back into the thin veil of the bread-bag and test her luck; like one of those carnival crane attractions, where you try to lift out your prize and drop it into the chute, and into your hands. but the remainder of the bag was nothing but rotten pumpernickel bread…now what was she to do with this?

into the car, and off to the store she went; hoping to rectify the situation as some sort of mistake. she’d been overcharged on receipts-past and other small mishaps; but that’s occasionally to be expected when you throw the imperfection of human beings into any equation.

once arrived, she sought the manager on duty, since he was likely to have both the understanding and authority to deal with the situation. to her surprise, the manager gave her such difficulty she could hardly believe it. he claimed she had swapped out a bad loaf of pumpernickel at home and was now trying to deceive and swindle the store out of a few bucks. now despite this woman’s loyal patronage to the store over time, what a slap in the face to be accused of such a thing. all she wanted was the bread she paid for so she could have the sandwich she wanted in the first place. what a hassle for something so simple!?!

the manager even went so far as to lift a sticker off the expiration date and reveal a bag which should have gone bad nearly a month previous. no wonder whatever bread was in the bag had gone rotten! nonetheless, the manager did all he could to make the woman out to be some sort of thief; a scam artist, and she felt nothing but helpless and saddened by the whole ordeal. who could accuse this loyal customer of such treachery and greed, when she was honest and of pure intention. all she wanted was a bloody sandwich in the first place.

just then, one of the stocking clerks came to the service desk where the woman and manager had been sorting things out. the woman noticed a labelling gun and a two bags of bread, one wheat and one pumpernickel. without realising, the clerk interrupts to ask his manager “sir, we’re out of labels…” immediately the woman knew what had been going on: the manager was swapping out expired bread with replaced freshness labels, and selling them to unsuspecting customers in order to earn the store those “few extra bucks.” and understandably, he was protective of those dollars when someone disputed the scam, by making false claims and accusations against the customer, no matter how fictitious or frivolous; so that the customer would give up, give in, and get lost; him having “won.”

though seeing he’d been caught–running this scam behind customers’ backs–his face turned bright red, and he handed over her a new bag of wheat bread and refunded her cash, hoping it would satisfy her, and absolve his own greed and selfishness. she accepted the gesture, but would think twice when craving a sandwich before she would feel comfortable shopping there again.

wow…a third post for the day..

written for someone specific, about something specific, but as vaguely as possible. enjoy!

staring in your eyes

just a quick note to post the fruits of today’s labour. enjoy a lyric:

angel undefined

i’m shaken.
stirred.
put in a place where the explanation
isn’t a spoken word;

where the outside world sees in windows
that are mirrors as i peer out
the sight is the same, though
to me backwards; turned about.

that the ticking beat of my wristwatch
will e’er echo in her presence
to complete the symphony she composes,
and i intently listen