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Love…and neon…

Love, Romance, Rose, Red, Neon, Lights

most people
think they know
what LOVE means
but the definition
is different for
everyone
LOVE
is a loaded word
it comes with
a lot of
expectations
emotions
catches
and baggage
we can LOVE
a lot of things
there are  different
degrees of LOVE
some people fear it
others spend their
lives looking for it
now and then
someone finds it
one can have it
lose it
or have it taken away
songs
books
films
are all about LOVE
LOVE can be easy
or complicated
it can be exciting
and it can disappear
it’s a weird thing
driven by our brains
usually
without our consent
but it is what it is
in all it’s flavors
we love those we love
in ways that are different
for each one
we love our cats
our books
our pizza
our gardens
our kids
our tea
we can love everything
because when it comes to
LOVE
ONCE SIZE FITS ALL

Neon…Elmer’s…a short story about glue.

Elmer's Logo

“Excuse me, but where’s the glue?”

“Glue?” asked the woman behind the counter.  “What glue?”

“Elmer’s glue.”

“We don’t sell glue here.”

“You’re kidding,” he said.  “This is ELMER’S.  You have to sell glue.”

“Look around.  This is a tattoo parlor.  Not a glue store.”

“I thought it was an Elmer’s Glue outlet,” he said, seeing people in chairs, getting various designs put on their bodies. “Okay,” he admitted. “You’re right, it doesn’t look like a glue store.”

“Do you want a tattoo?  I can help you with that.”

“What would I get?”

“No idea.  We have tons of art you can look at, or you can draw something yourself.”

“Any suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you like?” she asked.

He thought for a moment, then said, “Ice cream.  I like ice cream.”

She nodded and pulled up a picture of a dripping ice ream cone.  “I really like this one,” she said.  “The drips run down your arm, and you can choose any ice cream you like, chocolate, strawberry, anything at all.”

“Okay.  Strawberry, please.”

“I think Denise is almost finished with her customer.  She has an hour open before the next one.  Maybe she’ll be willing to take you.”

“Thanks.”

And that’s how a guy shopping for glue ended up with a tattoo of strawberry ice cream cone dripping down his right arm.  But wait…there’s more.  When he left, he saw a store on the other side of the street that said, WE SELL GLUE.  So all in all, it’s wasn’t such a bad way to start his week.

 

 

Photo:  Tim Mossholder

 

Neon…The Club…a short story.

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“Excuse me,” said the bartender.  “You’re in the wrong place.”

The man looked around, took off his sunglasses and put them on the bar. “Look, it’s late, I’m here to start any trouble.  Can you get me something to drink?  I’m meeting a client here.”

“I’ll look in the back, but I don’t think I have anything for you.”

“Give it your best shot,” said the man, rubbing his eyes.

The bartender walked away and a woman slid onto the stool.  “Mr. Cass?”

He nodded.

“Thank you for meeting me here.  I hope you’re not too uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” he said.

“Can you help me?”

“I can try, but I can’t promise anything.”

She nodded and slid an envelope toward him.  “The photo is in there, along with the cash and something that belonged to him.”

The envelope disappeared into his coat pocket, just as the bartender returned.

“I’m sorry.  I don’t have anything.”

“Then give me a martini, dry.”

“You sure?”

“Why are you so mean?” asked the woman.  “They’re just like everyone else.”

“Using the word they, in that way, automatically means you think THEY are different,” said the bartender.  “Look, I just work here.  There plenty of Vamp bars around. This happens to be for the hearts still beating.  I don’t have blood cocktails in the fridge.  I’m sorry, but the sign says it all.  Coming here is like going to a vegan deli and asking for meat.”

“Sorry, kid,” said the man, throwing a fifty on the bar.  “You’re right.  But she was afraid to meet anywhere else.  I’m sure you can understand that.”

The bartender nodded.  “There’s a place down the block called ALL OF US.  It’s new and serves everyone.  You might want to try meting there next time.”

“She doesn’t want to meet where vampires are drinking.”

“I get it, but this is a place for living people only.  They aren’t afraid to come here, because it’s vampire free.  Shouldn’t they have a place where they feel safe?”

The man stood up, turned to the woman, and said, “I’ll be in touch.”

She watched him walk away, then drank his untouched martini.

 

Photo:  Maksim Goncharenok
Pexels

Neon…and some words…

Pink color neon luminous text with inspiring phrase You are flowers on the road on black signage at night

I sincerely hope not
flowers on any road
are dead
flattened
by cars
eaten by animals
and pretty much
destroyed
in a big way
I hope no one
is ever a flower
on the road

 

Photo:  Ryutaro Tsukata
Pexels

Neon…a poem

purple and white happy birthday neon light signage

ready or not
life comes straight at you
it simply shows up
you may not like what it gives you
but life doesn’t care
you get what you get
good or bad
ready
or
not

 

 

Photo:  Jon tyson
Unsplash

Do you ever wonder if this is all life is really about? We get into body suits and drive through our lives, for as long as the OPEN sign stays lit….

Close up view of neon drivethru sign

Photo:  Erik Mclean
Pexels

Merry, Merry

Photo:  Lisanto
Unsplash

Neon…NOW…a poem

All We Have Is Now Neon Signage on Black Surface

there is nothing but
NOW
there is no real past
no real future
all we ever have is
NOW
we are standing still
and time
such as it is
is flowing over us
so quickly
that the future is
the present
then the past
before we can blink
as we dance our way
through our lives

 

 

Photo:  Daria Shevtsova
Pexels

Sooooooooo many things are impossible…read on…

nothing is impossible signage

I want to see the person who believes this…fly, and not in a plane…like a bird.  I want to see the person stop violence against women, stop racism, and all the other isms.  I want to see the person who believes this, build a fair government that works FOR the people, instead of themselves.  I want the person to bring rain and snow to the desert, to feed the hungry and provide clean water for those who don’t have it.  I want to see the believer stop climate change, clear cutting, and the stripping of resources.  I want to see the person save the bees and bring those we love back from the dead.  I want to see the believer make everyone dancers, or singers, or artists, or movie stars, or even teach those who don’t know how…to read.  I want to see the believer stop people from slaughtering animals, stop people from eating and wearing them.  I want to see the believer DESTROY patriarchy completely.  I want to see someone who believes anything is possible make it safe for women to walk alone, outside at any time, day or night.  I want to see that person end battering, women’s shelters and  men making laws to cripple and kill women.  I want to see the believer make sure that those in government make minimum wage and have to PAY OUT OF POCKET for every trip they take, and everything they do.  I want to see the catholic church PAT TAXES and I want to see the believer put the rapist priests in JAILS, instead of country clubs.  I want to see the person who believes that anything is possible end war and let the world have a free press.  I want the believer to stop those in office from telling lies and I want the medical profession work to save people instead of practicing on them and doing hip pocket surgeries on women, for extra cash.  I want to the believer stop child and elder abuse, elder abuse.  I want to see free health care for everyone.  I want to see the person end poverty, food deserts, and gang violence.

I could go on, talk about child sex slaves, about wife burnings, and on and on, but I really want to know what those who believe anything is possible think they can stop.  Anything, anything at all.  I’d like to know, really.  I would.  And, if people truly believe that ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE, why haven’t they done anything to stop the bad things?  Or, am I mistaken and what we have, is what they want TO BE possible

 

Photo: Marija Zarc
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To me…these are magic words.

blue Book Store neon signage
BOOK STORE
two little words
I hear them
and everything around me
disappears
my breath catches in my throat
my heart rate increases
I look around
and there it is
brick and mortar
glass windows
colorful covers
MAGIC

 

Photo:  Serge Kutuzov
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