Like a beetle knocked down on its back,
With its reedy legs fluttering up in the air,
Us drones, minions, working stiffs
Flounder about in our tedious routines–
Crunching numbers, pushing papers,
While the bigwigs think of ways
To stretch our time and pay
So thinly, so third quarter results
Can outperform prior year’s figures.
Tickle us pink, why don’t you?
Better than a pink slip . . . I think?
©2015 Karina Pinella
We haul in our garbage;
Glimpses of our lives revealed.
Empty boxes shipped from Amazon,
Paper bags from Trader Joe’s brimmed
Full of glass, paper, and plastics.
The transfer station makes it easy—
No need to separate the recyclables.
Bring all in one big receptacle.
The bordered grounds contain our mess and stink;
We drive away feeling light and free,
Happy to dump our stench,
Thinking all our trash is gone for good.
But they come back to haunt us,
In ways we connect with other causes.
Next time, let’s pause . . .
Try to limit our toss.
©2015 Karina Pinella
From the Marriott to New Hampshire’s Mt. Monadnock in the early Sunday morn. Breakfasted at T’s where the omelet fillings fell short due to the cook’s lack of skill with the skillet. Arrived at the foot of the mountain and parked next to a blue SUV with a license plate from Miami. On Memorial Day, they chose crags over skittering crabs along the seashore. Followed the White Dot Trail, so full of energy at the start. Panted as the steps got steeper. Dripped sweat as legs felt heavier. Sighted the summit and reached the top at last. Refreshed by the breeze and a long drink of water. Savored the beauty of my expanded horizon. Headed back down by way of the White Cross Trail. Wobbled halfway to the parking lot. Knocked out by the grand Mt. Monadnock.
©2015 Karina Pinella
Tom Brady’s retort to Well’s Report, “Absolutely not.” Chiseled jaw, sinewy abs, Tom’s a lady’s man. Fleet feet, touchdown–a man’s man too. Accused as a cheat, treated with too much heat. He doesn’t beat his wife, snort coke all night, or kill another player. Compared to others, letting out a little air is nothing more than passing gas. But why couldn’t you hold it?
©2015 Karina Pinella
Bruce made quite the news
‘Cuz he’s the Jenner gone transgender,
Nothing to do with glamour or glory.
He told the truth on TV.
He’s already in his mid-sixties,
Served time under his self-imposed penalties.
But his message is not just about him,
It’s to shine light on a subject so dim
That so many have suffered much abuse–
Perhaps Bruce’s message will help spread the news:
That you can be yourself without fear or shame,
For underneath we are all the same.
©2015 Karina Pinella
What a difference a creation makes,
Be it an idea, a baby, or a blog,
All is lucid, no signs of fog,
Inspiration takes hold!
Karina Pinella 