Autumns in the air my friends
He said stupid things.
My first word, “Idiot”
My blood did a seethe
It fled through me like
and angry army.
Slapping him on the
side of his head wasn’t
nearly enough.
Not nearly enough.
“Enough of that”, I say
as the day holds this
negativity, a bubble
of angry blood in me
moving my heart
when I joined into that
pulse of stupidity.
Giving back that darkness.
Enough of that entrapment
Enough of that shadow hold
of negative reaction seething.
Blast him with goodness.
Impale him on the light fantastic.
Let forgiveness be the slap
on the side of his head.
And may he tumble into
a puddle of Love face first.
And if the Light doesn’t get him
and that snort of a Love puddle
doesn’t choke him all up.
I say stand back and imagine
him an unawakened soul
trying to find his way home.
And it’s OK to think he’s an
idiot, we’ve all been there.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 