Go away

On Fargo (the film, not the series
Oh my where? 
Yeah? Aw geez 
Okay, there in a jif. 
Real good, then.
Ya got Arby's all over me
Mind if I sit down? I'm carrying quite a load here.
So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. 
And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. 
And those three people in Brainerd. 
And for what? 
For a little bit of money. 
There's more to life than a little money, you know. 
Don't you know that? 
And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. 
Well, I just don't understand it.

Grimsrud: Where is Pancakes House?

Carl: What?

Grimsrud: We stop at Pancakes House.

Carl: What are ya nuts? We had pancakes for breakfast. I want to go somewhere I can get a shot and a beer, and a steak, maybe. No more fuckin' pancakes, c'mon man. C'mon man! Okay here's an idea. We'll stop outside of Brainerd. I know a place there we can get laid. What do ya think?

Grimsrud: I'm fuckin' hungry now, you know!

Carl: Yeah, yeah. Jesus. I was just saying we could stop, get pancakes, and get laid.

Just for you

     For Sara Ella

no metaphor for you
but rhyme, because YOU do
love that most of all
yes I recall
:)
words don't suffice
so I'll be wise
try not to be too smart
not to try too hard
:)
in your boxes tissue-wrapped
are little gifts, trapped
between my gratefullness
and a little shamefullness
:)
this little rhyme just tells
my love for you, it yells
in undercast
may friendship last!!
:)
I know you'll understand.
<3


Ron,
I read this as a prayer, a dramatic monologue. The speaker is addressing us all, asking us to forgive those with faults, because all of us are faulty. That when the world ends, or our lives do, we will be reunited in spirit, time and universe.
Because I am reading it as a prayer, I have a problem editing. So I decided to look at it as a poem, and try to treat it that way, which wasn't easy. In red suggested cuts, between brackets are my questions whether it is needed or not. Comments in blue


To The Outsider

That estranged moment
is behind us now.
Yesterday is gone.
We have only today
to live inside each breath,
and tomorrow
(to contend with)
in the passing moment
when it arrives 

deaf.

I refuse to hold anger
toward anyone's blindness
who can suffer their own
darker misgivings
(in the world's spinning.)
If we were perfect beings
we wouldn't be here.

To make an error
is part of living
inside the present,
and being human
is not without fault,

This part above says basically the same as the end of the previous stanza

for the sake of us all
I see my humanness
in all others, as a truth,
and I grieve for us all.

I will be obliged
for my fellow beings
in the hour of our need.
I will be forthright
in my dealing with others
in every way possible.

There is no line
between night and day
(that's drawn on the earth)

If there is no line, how can it be drawn

when our hearts
are united within
the sunrise and sunset.
The sky and the earth unite
where we walk together.

a poet friend
© RH Peat 4/28/2018