Apple Chill

Apple Chill

L. Edgar Otto  Sept. 27, 2013


Did you ever write something that as the author you had to pause and take a breath to laugh?  Hey, Myrtle, I'm still fertile, thinking there is always time to save yourself for the right one... Otherwise, how would life keep on imperfect yet always nothing new of promises under the sun?

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You do a lot of sleeping in your Margaritaville
Too hot to wear pajamas so keep me up, your tempting garden traps me in the thrill gouging out, covering my eyes in your Apple Chill

So I wrote a song for the doll house ladies
at their tea and poetry, about some loyalty to a place
like your warm body next to me and thin iron curtain frilly lace - no time for anything else, unrequited love
fulfilled always to do and chase

Help, call 911, I've gotten up and I can't get down
Madam I'm your Adam - nothing works, no sleeping pills,
no cold showers in a Viagra monologue helps your night sweat hours moonlit fog- I know in your change in innocence it was not me that got you wet

But I'm not ready for the old folks home yet
in the afterglow no sharing of a cigarette
addictions, pre-existing conditions Obama mama care bills
I playing doctor like a Chaplin on a hill yet
only human hairy true man still alive
despite your apple chill

So, here's the rub, lub dub, lub dub, I your caring actor
no co-pays that rob, no chiropractor, can do the job but its gotta work both ways to fill the loom of days
So keep me up, your tempting garden, trap me in the thrill
covering my eyes in your apple chill

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Footnote: you see I almost went to bed before I wrote of the New Mexico miniature room for the imaginary garden... a friend I have let stay in my front room until she finds a place- a dignified safety shelter has me rub her neck by the fridge where there is a problem that may need surgery or heal on its own - I went out earlier for advil and a cheap can of margarita...and I better start reading the ingredients in those energy drinks if I buy another for myself...  I wrote this because a new tune came out well on my guitar this morning and I hope the poetry here is taken as humorous, for the open mikes comic scene and our graying human and current event conditions.  Maybe comic relief from the dignity and professional bar of your poets- so this still related to the prompt but it is about an overview of what we are near or at a distance from our homes, times, and each other... mastering perhaps the inside jokes of cliches as philosophy.