Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Liar Lair
Watermelon footsteps stuck to the floor
From Samurai activity and clicking orange shoes
changed to foamy orange shoes
almost changed to orange sneakers
Sneaking a peach
with no receipts.
Sunken low slumping creeps.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Not New York Til Thursday
Vacationing at the pool with no rain
or in the yard in exchange.
Check the back yard
there are red birds there.
Romance of Logs
Scroll
Roll around in bed.
Hung necklaces from the mirrors and implemented
'green' light bulbs that last nine years.
In nine years there will be a lot of MERCURY in the landfills
unless we find a way to recycle it.
And what are the side effects?
I have conspiracy theories for everything,
I (don't) fall asleep thinking,
I lay there thinking, my neck is stiff from depression
and what if it is caused by the mercury in the light bulbs.
Environmental allergies.
The truth is that I am not really depressed, it's just that my neck hurts
and thinking about it makes me blue.
And thinking about my neck hurting gives me a stomach ache
and thinking about my stomach ache keeps me up at night.
I drove my car earlier and told my friend I'd like to do manual labor.
I mean, I think that kind of job is better for a person, anyway, I'd rather work outside
than working behind a computer 'thinking' because
I think a lot already and it does me no good.
I watch t.v. and see that people get paid for their ideas.
I think it feeds an illusion,
because real work gets real results.
Too many people 'reckon' their ideas are worth money,
and I suspect this is the cause for the decline of the dollar.
p.s. money is stupid
p.p.s. i have no fear of financial insecurity
I start a romance by logging on.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Prison
Shot Torment out the Window
Stiffly sitting
unsteady rolling
side to side
and quickly shifting
comprehend
sync
let on...
cross-legged stockings
stalking
phenomenal now silence
smile
frown
be still
I am still yours
' take what you've given me
and try to give it to
them
walk and speak in
body movements
won't you read my mind?
(and isn't speaking easier?)
unless you're like
me
and words come out wrong in wrong order
and accents on
curse words
and I feel UN lady like
cross legged
€My friend says "some women sit like this,"
two fingers: parallel stuck together
"some women sit like this,"
:crosses fingers, index and middle as if for good luck.
"and SOME women sit like this,": forms a V
he wishes me good luck€
like a preacher he says it
and my eyes widen
it wasn't a comment,
rather a command
feminists
turn to prison bitches when in love
I read my cards and they say yes, all the way across
and i stand on the beam
ballet girl
bun girl
lipstick six year old
plea'
right step
center step
left step
center step
Don't get wild
'Be a good little girl and shut your mouth'
My favorite fighting words
As a lullaby
Give me another language because
mine's used up and wasted.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Word Resume Not a Document
I grew up in a groovy city.
Take out the hippie connotation, and put in a Motown overtone.
I am a scientist of words.
I know what words mean.
I know about context.
I know when you use the wrong word.
I can x-ray the implications,
dissect the misuse,
and appreciate when you leave out a syllable or two,
and take it as affection.
What I cannot do:
Interpret Silence
Assume
Woofer Wonder Two For Two
Chasing the rabbit
And when not,
Chasing the fox to the bushes near the flagpole,
the rabbit is being chased by the fox.
Ether chase
For either place
Wolf.
Woofer.
Wonder.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sleep Pants ON!!!
Grown up to know better,
but I am a believer.
I will live near the Mediterranean soon enough.
This was a week of gifting. I went a little too far.
It has been a mixture of fruit juices and vitamins, and three different cell phones in one month.
It has been vacuuming and comforters.
It has been laundry and hurricanes and high efficiency light bulbs...
and oil changes.
It has been a fight when I don't want to fight anymore.
Just want to wake up in the morning and laugh.