Don't Shop When You're Hungry

I'm new to the world of blogging but I'm not so new to writing. The funny thing is I haven't written in a very long time. I was going through some of my writing from years ago and thought "Hey, I used to be pretty good!". It shouldn't be that hard for me to get back into the swing of things, right? Well, while I work on some new clever and interesting things to blog about I thought I'd share an old poem with you.

Don't Shop When You're Hungry



Lonely days, lonely nights
Sometimes I would sit and wonder
why I never could seem to meet
that special someone

Lonely days, lonely nights
Cat purring on my lap, latest Jerome Dickey novel,
and a cup of tea laced with a little Hennessey.
Well, I guess that was cool.
But when would my cat be replaced by a warm embrace?

Lonely days, lonely nights
Stream of consciousness brought me to an old conversation
My mother had said, “Don’t shop when you’re hungry. Everything looks good; you’ll buy anything you see, then when you get it home it’s something you don’t even want and would not ordinarily buy.”

Don’t shop when you’re hungry.
Interesting piece of advice when you think about it.
Funny where that stream of consciousness will take you.

Anyway, back to lonely days, lonely nights.
Cat purring, book, Hennessey, no tea
What a pitiful scene

Well, whoever said
“You can never find a good man when you’re looking for one,”
Sure didn’t know what they were talking about.

Shoot, I found a perfectly good man at the A & P.
I peeped him checking for me
And I was checking for him too.

I was a lady singing the blues and he was my Billy Dee
and was he SWEET
He said the right words, the right way, at the right time
and I was a big bass fish just a flippin’ and a floppin’
struggling to breathe
all tangled up in his line
I was hooked.

He was a chocolate covered Adonis
Beautiful smile, smooth dark skin, and when he got to grinnin’
My thoughts turned to sinnin’
And sin I would
A few times

Don’t shop when you’re hungry.

Get out of my head Ma,
This is not a grocery
This is a man
But - I could devour him whole
And hopefully vice versa
You know how we do

So long to lonely nights
Hello to chatting, laughing, hugging, caressing, licking
Sucking, moaning, stroking, groaning, pumping,
Screaming and riding!
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!
Back in the saddle again
Just like riding a bike
But I think I’m falling

Don’t shop when you’re hungry

SHUT UP! Not hungry. Happy
Happy days, happy nights
Really happy. Finally happy
I’m happy.

Oh, can’t make it tonight?
That’s cool. I can manage one solo night
Unfinished book, neglected cat,
Sore back
Yeah, that’s cool

Solo night number 2
Number 3
Number 4
No knocks on my door
Number 5
Number 6

Forget this
One more night and I’ll be a fat Toni Braxton
singing sad love songs

So I called, well I paged
And he came to explain
While I struggled to contain my rage
Sick kids, crazy wife, almost separated?!
Slowly my delusions faded.

Bathed in the lighting provided by my living room lamp
Chocolate looked more like ash
Smiles revealed cracked teeth and crooked grins

Don’t Shop When you’re hungry

Smooth dark skin developed zits, pimples, whiteheads, blackheads,
And all their babies
And maybe

“Don’t shop when you’re hungry. Everything looks good, you’ll buy anything you see,
then when you get it home it’s something you don’t even want and would not ordinarily buy.”

Just maybe

Epiphany

Maybe my mother wasn’t talking about food.