Teti-à-Tête (With Tony) #11

unbolt me

Tati as TATI

Tony as TONY

ACT 74 SCENE 1
CENSORSHIP & PROTÉGÉS

TATI: Give it back! Give me my drawing back!

Tati jumps around Tony, trying to grab a sheet of paper from his hand. He won’t let her have it, and keeps whipping it out of reach. He’s dodging and giggling while Button sits in the corner with a resentful look.

TONY: Aw, come on. It’s not that bad, and you know it!

TATI: It isn’t perfect! Look at the tail! The hip! That eye! Give it back immediately, you vile muzzle! I need to fix it!

TONY: ‘Vile muzzle’? What does that even mean?

Button sniffs as though offended, and turns away.

TATI: You! You’re this vile muzzle who wants to make a laughing stock of me!

TONY: Tati, if you keep abusing hell out of me, I’ll post not only this cute kitty but also…

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THE SHANGRI LA OF US

The Reluctant Poet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is So Fast Paced
Anymore
And Time Seems So
Fleeting

With Us
Rushing Around
In Our Own
Little Whirlwinds

The Roses
Go Unsmelled
Along With The Coffee,
Too

We Are Always
Leashed Up
To Electronics
And The Whole
Wide World
Around Us

While The Important
And The Lovely
Are Left Unattended
And Not Admired

I Want To Stop
Our World
From Spinning
Around Us
In A Vortex

I Need To
Hold You
In My Arms

And Look
Into Your Eyes

For You Are
My Anchor,
You Are My World
And All That
Really Matters
To Me

We Need To
Protect
The Shangri La
Of Us

So We Can
Grow Old
Together
And Still Be
In Love

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Inspired by a comment to my friend – Beth of Midwest Fantasy

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Soul

Charmed Chaos

a hat to cover
the body of our master
withered pampas leaves                           Shinshi (haigo of Takarai Kikaku) 

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Somewhere there is a ballet with my name on it

t r e f o l o g y

If you can run, but you can’t hide,

my advice to you

is to run in the middle of a large group of runners,

then you’ll be running

& hiding

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t r e f o l o g y

Woke up

Folgers in my cup

How did it get there?

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Will you join him?

Or will you fail him

& thus

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Ask George!

t r e f o l o g y

“Slim” Jim Malone, a reader from the Seventh Ring of Hello, asks

Q. Why do I always find drowned insects in my swimming pool?

A. Arrogance. Conceit. The audacious insect mind reasons, ‘I can fly, so naturally I can swim.’ 

And I consider this mystery solved after nearly a half century of research into the Be-Mind

GTR

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The end justifies trefology

t r e f o l o g y

The Donner party

had over two hundred

bad words for snow

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ii. They never did get around to opening that box of slim jims

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elleguyence

A border drawn down my spine
of believing in me
and believing others

If we were put here
to compete against our neighbour
it’s no wonder my fists are callused
and yet I still feel
defeated

Your achievements are not
my shortcomings
I’ve spent my whole life envying strong women
until I realized maybe
I’m one, too

All my failures, and their embers
the ashes of every rejection
of something done wrong and tried again
I’ll gulp the fear of not being good enough
dust off my dancing shoes
and just do my best.

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