Almost Twins

December 19

ALMOST TWINS

You and I are more alike than different yet we cannot get along, though I ponder why this surprises me so.  A cloud and a watermelon are 98% the same and no one would mistake them in a crowd or expect them to be companionable except in the way of two things existing in the universe.  My expectation of liking you for our similarities is set up by my fear that I don’t like myself, but the joke is on me.  My dislike of you is not a reflection of anything but time and space.  My friends are the people who like me, not necessarily the ones who are like me.  The president didn’t like broccoli without slurring its good name and I can dislike you without inferring you’re a vegetable.

Enjoy the approach as well as the work.

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Scalene

Strangeness is attracting, I don’t try to deny it.

I have looked longingly at oddness

and every skewed thing.

Though I try to divert my gaze the acute angles

draw me back to peer again and again.

Strange attractors have an unexplainable beauty to me.

The wane charisma digs its hooks into my soul

and I carry it off like a burr stuck to my hide.

What does this say of me, I am not sure?

What does it say of the sidelong loves of mine?

Volumes, I think it speaks volumes,

all of it unknown to me.

Vlog: http://youtu.be/-O2YEH4nyRk

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Flower Power

December 6

Flower Power

The man with the chrysanthemum on his head walks up and down the aisle.  Do I look like that, I wonder to myself?  Have I taken personal style to the point of caricature?  What is the boundary by which the embarrassment is kept at bay?  Is there a point at which I can overcome who I present myself as, and represent the best of who I can be?  Who I might be if only I can manage not to get carried away by impressionism?  I am given this dwelling and it suits me quite well, when I treat it as a temple and not simply as a shrine.

Do without some things not everything

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ALMOST TWINS

You and I are more alike than different
Yet we cannot get along
Though I ponder why this surprises me so.

A cloud and a watermelon are 98 % the same
And no one would mistake them in a crowd
Or expect them to be companionable
Except in the way of two things existing in the universe.

My expectation of liking you for our similarities
Is set up by my fear that I don’t like myself
But the joke is on me.

My dislike of you is not a reflection
Of anything but time and space
My friends are the people who like me
Not necessarily the ones who are like me.

The president didn’t like broccoli
Without slurring its good name
And I can dislike you
Without inferring you are a vegetable

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Almost Twins

December 19

ALMOST TWINS

You and I are more alike than different yet we cannot get along, though I ponder why this surprises me so.  A cloud and a watermelon are 98% the same and no one would mistake them in a crowd or expect them to be companionable except in the way of two things existing in the universe.  My expectation of liking you for our similarities is set up by my fear that I don’t like myself, but the joke is on me.  My dislike of you is not a reflection of anything but time and space.  My friends are the people who like me, not necessarily the ones who are like me.  The president didn’t like broccoli without slurring its good name and I can dislike you without inferring you’re a vegetable.

Enjoy the approach as well as the work.

*

Scalene

Strangeness is attracting, I don’t try to deny it.

I have looked longingly at oddness

and every skewed thing.

Though I try to divert my gaze the acute angles

draw me back to peer again and again.

Strange attractors have an unexplainable beauty to me.

The wane charisma digs its hooks into my soul

and I carry it off like a burr stuck to my hide.

What does this say of me, I am not sure?

What does it say of the sidelong loves of mine?

Volumes, I think it speaks volumes,

all of it unknown to me.