Lines of Red-2013

Lines of Red

Don't know where this is going.  Don't really care at all.  Just want to get something down cause something is itching to come out.  I mean the ideas fly here and there and sometimes no where at all.  The thing for me is just to get them down and then decide where, what and how they will go.  Crystal Allen said in her luncheon that she writes for 4 hours a day.  It doesn't matter what it is but she has to keep it going.  I think I am going to try that too.  I know I have tons peculating in the mind and then....it depends on me.

So what's going on?  I hate those stupid squiggly lines of red that invade my space without the slightest permission.  They are red and totally offensive.  I would like to have possibly a green squiggly lines.  That would remind me my Boston Celtics and life would be grand.  But then again since they got bounced I am not in the least excited about the playoffs. They are rather bland.  Super duped 4 scooper bland.  Here they go again those squiggling obnoxious and toxious lines.  I sometimes just spell incorrectly for the purpose of ticking them off.  Oh, well such is life in the big city.

Lines in Red

by Maureen Ucles

Why do you invade my space?

Walk in without knocking

Shocking me

Glaring into my mind 

thoughts and messing up my flow

my roll

slowing me down

to a snail's stroll?

You stupid scarlet

pervasive

annoying

IRS- bullying

lines

time is up

give it a rest

please

get a life of your own

Leave me alone

Why don't 'cha just go home

Stay away

Like the rain on 

opening  day

Stay away

Leave me be

To 

let it all out

Words flying off the page

or two or three

Then you show

With your provocative squiggles

more like giggles 

parading in front of me 

on a path

like an EKG clown

lines running up and down
without a care
you stalk and snare

I'd like to see you flat line

disappear

Just leave me alone
with your jagged edged mountain views
shadowing my every move

so obtrusive

never elusive

you are

Your lines of the ABC

keep sneering back

at me

with the gregarious green check

looking so perky

 rather pitiful, putrid

need I say
jerky?

leave me

just leave me

to 

think

create

words of my own

make my very path

lines sometimes straight

others to wherever

I deem

I will be 

what I want

Now what you testify

to be

you believe it's

your ridiculous right

to investigate

rather scrutinize

my every word

line or syllable

You are a pit bull

a hound

on my scent

regretfully 

there I am 

from day to day

trying to escape

from your grasp

locked jaw and all

can't seem to flee

and be free

once and for all

just me

Hey, how about

you do you

and I do me?

Some place else

In a galaxy far, far

to infinity

We must part

like yesterday or last year

now

Get out of my life

I'm just too tired

gulping down the last 

cup of coffee

with the grinds

stuck in my teeth

hanging out 

on the roof of my mouth

Now you

go on

let go

of 

your

controlling

manipulative

lines

in the red