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'That's the Way They Like It'

copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley

The rich keep gettin' richer

The poor man he just sweats

The middle man keeps gettin' squeezed

Goin' further into debt

But that's the way some folks like it

Some folks like it that way

That's the way they like it

No matter what they say

You don't have to understand it

That's just the way it is

Life is for the living

And…

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Cattle bunch warmly,

Crescent moon sits on treetops

While coyotes sing.

My identity
Is not these bits of paper,
But the world thinks so.

Most of my childhood holidays were spent just so. Family members who didn't get along well but couldn't imagine a holiday without the entire family!! The solution was to have MANY tables and make sure that those who got along the least weren't sitting at the same table. Most of the time it worked out just fine. When it didn't, we had to listen to them making nasty comments about each other.



If I purposely put two opposing groups or individuals together now, I should hope the outcome… Continue

It occurs to me that this exercise is actually TWO exercises since it is to be a letter between two people. So...



Sweet Libby,

Driving away from you was like ripping out my heart. I tried not to look back but my eyes wouldn't stay on the road and the sight of you standing in the doorway, so alone, was like a knife in the gut. I wish I had been stronger and left when you were still sleeping so I didn't have to see your tears and know I'd hurt you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.… Continue

We have all agreed:
A good idea might be
To think about it.

Abandoned houses
Reclaimed by banks and nature.
Modern-day ghost town.

If I seem normal?
All the voices in my head
Sing in harmony.

A cascade of light
Pours down a concrete stream bed:
Oncoming traffic.

People have walked their dogs here,

there are footprints in the snow

made by human feet, or rather

by the boots or shoes they wear,

and parallel to them,

rows of pawmarks, fore and hind,

left and right,

each dent followed by a slight drag;

some are dainty, as from a matron's yorkie,

others grand, a shepherd's,

rottweiler's, or lab's.

~

Off at an angle, zigzag,

here,…

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She is a ghost, Now.

A chilling slice of wind that curls

around the hairs of your forearm.

Refusing to leave in such a fashion,

She is a ghost.

Taken not by the disease

that wracked the body,…

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My face has wrinkles.
My feet are big; my hair, thin.
I am beautiful.