Fear and/or Sanity

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101031

CUED TO FOOD

Am I hungry? Am I not?
How to tell, I forgot.

I eat on cue (from them, me, you).
Sometimes the cue is them, me, you.

I eat whenever prompted to.
Can there be a way not to?


101030

FRIEND OF A FRIEND
(for Andy)

Zounds,
the man does astound!
Happy birthday,
Ezra Pound.


FEAR AND/
OR SANITY

All is well on the Mall
(here as well—all, all, all).


101029

OPEN GATE

The you
that you are meant to be
is now— at least, can be.

It’s not too late;
why wait?


LET GO

I had a job but it got zapped
and now my energy is sapped.
I feel so tired, but not from toil—
more like a frog that’s slowly boiled.


STRENUOUS DREAMS

Each morning begins
as a wake-up, an emergence,
a recovery from dream-trials
of the night—
trials of exploration,
trials of evaluation,
trials of endurance.

Each morning begins
as an achievement.


101028

NEWLY BEFRIENDED
(Poems through my left hand.)

Let me be your poet.
Let me write your words.
Let me change your heart to sky
and all your thoughts to birds.

* * *
Tell you what…
let’s be friends.
Life is play
that never ends.

* * *
My way
is
the high way.

* * *
Here’s what
every finger knows:
the heavy work
is done by toes.

* * *
Sleep is what
a body needs.
"Sleep!" is what
this body pleads.

* * *
Cat on bed—
be careful, please!
Some cats sleep.
This one pees.

* * *
Oh, me. Oh, my!
Oh, my. Oh me!
She came with the name
Sweet Trouble,
but should be called
Sweet Pee.

[ASIDE: Written with my left hand
in a befriend-your-body exercise.
The premise is that doing so improves
contact with the creative right side of the brain.
Also, Emma-cat has begun to think the bed is her
new pee-place, freshly laundered after every use.]


101027

OH, GOOD NIGHT!

“Bats in the belfy,
worms in the books,”
somebody said.
“Bugs in the bed!”

“Rent the belfry.
Lease the books,”
another said.
“But—oh, good night!—
don’t let the bed;
bugs bite!”


101026

EMPTY EYES

How we hurry—
how unwise—
with unfilled hungers,
empty eyes.


101025

VOIDED

What I take up,
I set down.

What takes me up
sets me down.

That is the cycle.

I am handmaiden
to nothing.

[ASIDE: I’d just listened to a TED talk by Elisabeth Gilbert
on creativity and decided to loan this time/space/venue
to my daemon/genius/muse: “Here, say something.”]


101024

SLOW STARTER

Sunday
is my lazy day
(more so than the others).

The best part
is to read in bed
(or just stay under covers).


101023

FOREVER FUTURE

Two futures
are furiously unfurling:
bliss and misery.

Two futures
are furiously unfurling,
or seem to be, eternally.


101022

COCOA CAMO

Hi, Mom, where ya been?
I been hidin’. Look, it’s me!
Wanna lick my cheek or chin?
I been busy—come an’ see.

[ASIDE: Written in response to an on-line photo challenge.]