Prodigal of Blue

clouds part over a colorful town
they each head home from their jobs
the family gathers, they all sit down
unpredictable events occur...
their television still has knobs

america’s house wife?
for postmodern life
ignorance and apathy
confronted with a carving knife
and turkey or pork chops
patience that never stops
denial or love
at least she never calls the cops
believing the best
unseen by the rest
he’s her special little guy
despite cheating on the test
a roast and a smile
a little more denial
legally acquitted
at the insanity trial

yet another wacky scheme
unfolds but still her simple dreams
of a happy family, thoroughly fed
church on sunday, next to Ned
back to normal at the end of the night
eases her through most every plight
apprehension, worry, afraid
perhaps another moral crusade
trying to help if they liked it or not
or foiling another hapless plot
what ever the problem, she doesn’t sway
just a wet blanket, some would say
but without a foundation, a house is in trouble
especially when needed to hold in the ruble

Homer’s Odyssey
a rented mini van
but after the adventure
they go home to a woman
cop, gambler, painter,
other resumes are larger,
a pillar, a base, a home
a cordless phone recharger,
sewer of buttons, mender of socks
champion of the lost cause
even in their failures
while every else sees their flaws
every week they’re back to normal
like a mold, but not that formal
they say her hair color comes from a bottle
should she be called a role model?