The “Tagging Myself” Post

I saw this on The Militant Negro and tagged myself with his questions:

Q: Have you ever been in love?  Twice

Q: What is your favorite drink?  Coffee, black

Q: What is your favorite song?  The second side of Abbey Road, by the Beatles.

Q: What is your zodiac sign? Scorpio

Q: What is your favorite show?  Foyles War 

Q: What is your favorite band?  Cold Play.

 

Q: Something you really miss.  Working with mental health clients.

Q: Where do you go when you are sad? Into my head.

Q: Have you ever been in a physical fight? Many times.

Q: What is your favorite color?  Blue

Q: Loud music or soft?  Loud

Q: Favorite actor. Ryan Gosling

Q: Do you have any fears? What are they?  I have agoraphobia, which makes going outside a challenge.

Q: Meaning behind your blog name.  I sometimes make art. My name is Rob Goldstein.

Q: Last time you said you loved someone.  10 minutes ago.

Q: Last book you read. I just finished re-reading ‘Miss Lonely Hearts’ by Nathaniel West.

Q: The book you are currently reading.  The PDR.

Q: Last sport you played.  Weight Lifting.

Q: Last song you sang.  “Tu Voz” by Ramon Cabrera

Q: Favorite food.  Greek Yogurt.

Q: Place you want to visit.  Downtown San Francisco.

Q: Favorite flavor of sweet.  Chocolate

Q: What instruments do you play?  The harmonica, very badly.

Q: Favorite piece of jewelry.  None.

 

Giphy animated gif of Gloria Swanson as Norma Desmond saying 'Shut up, I'm Rich.
Scorpio

 

 

Thank you to The Militant Negro for providing the questions!

Rob Goldstein 2018

The TMI Tag

In This Black of Your Night

In this black

of

your night.

I touch you,

I smell you;

I feel your hot

breath on my cheek

when you whisper

that I am evil

that God watches

that I will surely

go

to Hell

for what you’ve

done.

I remember

and I forget

Why I’m wicked

Why I’m frightened

Why I bleed in pain.

So I lay here,

in this darkness,

in this fear,

in this black

of

your night.

First posted 10/2015

(C) Rob Goldstein 2015-2018 All Rights Reserved


 

 

 

 

The Screen

I’ve re-written this poem since first posting
so I’ll post both versions.

This is the re-write:

The Screen

There is a screen between us, semi-opaque;
it filters our lives.

What you see is what I’m not and what I see
is not what you imagine.

Now you are the romantic, slipping into his
drugs, as I slither on your lap, flushed with
shame: for this, I win the crown.

We are a little Miss America, lost on her stroll
down the aisle.

We are the innocent little darling who forgets
to look harmless.

The first post:

The Screen

There is a screen between us, semi-opaque; it
filters our lives.

What you see is who I want to be and what I
see is not what you imagine.

Now you are the romantic; weeping into his drugs,
while I dance on the table, flushed with shame, for
this, I win a crown.

We are a little Miss America, lost on her stroll
down the aisle.

We are the little darling who forgot to
look harmless.

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2016-2018 All Rights Reserved

 

A Flight of Ideas: The Coke Conspiracy

No. Judy doesn’t love me.  And I don’t love her.

Her job is to help me do my job and in that way
our jobs are secure.

Together we could climb a summit of immense
dimensions!

I lay on the mat in the seclusion room and
considered the War in Viet Nam.

Had the hippies ended it or was it economics?

I mean, had the peace movement become another
hot property, or was it a brand?

I mean, why would Coke want to teach the World
to sing?

How much money does Coke make if everyone
in the World buys everyone in the World one
Coke per day?

I quickly do the math: 7.2 billion people x $2.65
USD per can of coke = $19.08 billion USD!

Per day!

Why is a man who understands Coke’s conspiracy
to end World hunger in a seclusion room?

I called to tell Judy; she had to know my secret!

But she was washing broccoli out of her hair.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved.