The Shells that Fed Them

am i Disappointed or inspired ?

The low tide
Could be playing with my mind
The blonde walkers
Cause they dont look to the right?

What id expected to be
Life changing
Looks like just another wetlands

But serves a purpose
Because it saves
At least one bird
One species
One genus
One fair
Feathered Friend
Taken into consideration
And If its all for one
And us for that one

Then how could I not be on board


No questions asked
No answers sought
No “so why?”
No ” so how ?”

Is it those
Torrential rains
That never come
Is it the trickle from the mountain
Not so full of snow ,

It’s the broken shells
The meal
Left to linger

To let me know
They got something right
There’s no
Needing to wonder

No need
To raise those arms
And make a fuss
For mom and for pops
Cause they’d given a fuck

It’s those winged ones
It’s those gilled ones
It’s those tennis shoed ones

Who they’d believed in
Who they’d
Lived for
Maybe even died for
Who keep my belief



a little poetic sentiment for my valentine.  Written 2/14/14 by me. (s.rodriguez)

It’s Valentine’s Day. ¬†
and what would Valentine’s Day be
Without me yelling Happy Valentine’s Day!!

over and over and over
in different dialects
in different tones
in made up languages
that only he knows

he’s the one…
who keeps me laughing
who keeps me inspired
and who challenges me
daily with his own creativity

he’s the Full to my Tipsy
he’s the Tipsy to my Full
my abba zabba
my chicken nugget
my fancy vodka
and that splash of fruity goodness
that makes it even more perfect

he’s that one in a million sunrise
the one…that stops you in your tracks
the one…that makes you catch your breath
the one…that makes you dig deeper in your soul for just the right words to bring it to life.

thats the part i have trouble with.

the right words
to explain how ….
he is

the right voice
so it’s loud enough to be heard

the right heart
so everyone GETS IT!

and those ears, hearts, and minds
who should be ready to listen

we have rings on our fingers
and a wedding date
that needs to be set permanently
and it will be

he’s my super sweet Valentine
and he’s my pickle

Thank you for making not only Valentine’s,
but each day sweet

love you PICKLE

And Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!

Old Notebook Post

A post from an old notebook dated 8-10-98.


Not swept with emotion as I had expected.
A subtle quiet change
No fanfare
People there to shake my hand
Saying “it was about time”
With me
“smile and nod”
Walking calmly to my grave



If my dramatic ass remembers correctly, this was written just after I was offered a new position at work.

Shorties (my most recent short ones)

I’m ..
Your ultimately
Dull companion

Wind me up
Watch me go


Mac daddy
He’s white
But he likes to sing karaoke

Striped Pants

Striped pants
Sway my momentum

When they move
Back and forth
Back and forth

Then they sway my everything
And my nausea wins



I’m a mere fly on the wall
Of my own shit factory

The smell
My skin
My bones
The porous
Built to


For your amusement
For my
Anecdotal time

For a
U care

When I think of everything
When I think of the reasons
When I think of the anecdotes
When I think of amusement
When I think of how u care

But I write
For the words
Or the time
Or the verse
Or the sayings
Or the anecdotes
Or the reasons
Or the seasons
Or the mind blowing empty hearted jumping up and down yelling waving my arms to see me saying hey from over there
or flapping my wings to see them dart in another direction or fall apart to a million feathered boas while I’m prancing in circles with my one good leg that likes to get wacky when the tides come in and when it’s dark I get to use the other one that works
But clean
With a hair or two out of place
With a mole or two in that place
With a smile
With a grin
With a purple kind of slim
Waisted trench coat
Not with buttons
But with buckles
Not that clasp
But that click
In place
But they don’t stay
Supposed to

I still use em anyway


when your eyes close
just that moment

when the keyboard keys
take on other faces

when the words
take on other meaning

and your life
finally stops spinning



taking it all in
you stop
look around

just to make sure the scents match
what you see
what you taste
what you feel

is it real
is it live
or is it just memorex

your questions subside
your words get longer
more defined

you smile
cause it feels alright
cause you could let go
for a second
a minute
a lifetime

РS. Rodriguez  8-14-13