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The Write Right: A domestic slight

In Communication, Griot, News, Science on June 20, 2016 at 5:02 am

female-silhouetteThe Write Right — Langston Hughes had it. I have it. We all have the right
to communicate via song or say, by voice, text or write.

Please say what you feel inside, because I always do.
If a situation needs too much stroking – I call that a screw. 😀

Oooo! Don’t even get me started, after all I do have “The Write.”
I like to do mine when most are asleep. I own the dark of the night.

When you decide to ‘lay you down to sleep,’
and your unfaithful partner is contemplating a “creep,”

I’m the one with the iphone in voice record mode, the light in the window.
Stories of late night creeping tweak my scripted flow.

No. I don’t know where the male neighbor is ‘off to’ or where he ever goes,
though it is good food for my literary soul to see nocturnal activity – like so.

As he crept into the night, my mind yielded to the characters in my script and they started talking
they said, “if his wife gets up and cuts on the light — evidence will be on display and squawking.

Carried away in mind, the Mrs. may glance out of the front door to see what’s going on,
that’s when she’ll peep my silhouette in the window across the street — with the light on.

Ding dong! Looking at me. My light’ll go off, but I’m rarely s’ked.
I just don’t need her piping up. She should go back to bed.

That man ain’t no mono-homebody. He likes to keep it plural.
The city is a nice place to play. Her man was raised in the country rural.

Me? I was raised in the Dallas/Fort Worth
in stitched boots, a wide brim and a nifty little skirt.

I’m up early and my night hours run late.
I stay awake to keep watch of my plate.

My plate is my life, my journey, my purpose and what I am doing here.
The Mrs. will fancy coming over tomorrow to verse, but I will not be here.
freak-creepingI am a writer, a recorder of history. Invoked by realism I jot it down,
add in a little provocative mystique and we’ve got a concept script in the round.

Who’s sneaking out to see who, and go where? My neighbor is on point 3-days a week.
However, between the hours of 8am-3pm, the handyman works “the domestic recon creep.”

The Mrs. across the street finds the handyman to be a treat.
He doesn’t mind the work; he doesn’t mind the heat.

Once I asked her if her A/C or something was on the blink,
she said no, but there are “pipe issues” with her sink.

flirty-plumberShe said the handyman is good with her pipes.
She said his mannerism is one that she likes.

She said he doesn’t charge her for all services all of the time.
She said if I wanted him to stop by my home, that would be fine.

I replied, “Mine? Oh honey, never mind, my pipes are fine,” 
— besides the help that he’s giving her can be seen by the blind.”

She laughed – me too and then she said, “What’s the name of your site?
And do you enjoy spending your time upstairs writing all night?

I told her, “I do,” and that “the night hours are best.”
I told her “more pops-off in the wee hours of night while the majority of folks are at rest.”

She smiled and began to walk back across the street, looking over her shoulder in great delight,
she said, “you do what you and I’ll do what I do.” I agreed, and then produced this write.

She has the right to continue to do whatever she is doing,
and he has the right to continue creep-creeping and night screwing,

and I have the right to be vocal and record on my  iphone…
I love the night life, I am so rarely alone.

And so with The Write Right, I do believe this to be true,
I’m Qui
and if I didn’t stay up to jot it down, who’d ever find the time to write about you?

Keep doing what you do.
If it’s “on the low” – I guarantee someone is watching you.

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