UNLINED – Hour Seven (2021)

UNLINED

 

quantify yourself then if it’s so important

I overlap my own definitions and erasures

being here and just here as we always are

with no need of normal not even as sense or any use for it either

 

you’ve drawn your chalk outline of you there

defining in-to and out-of existence in one curve dusting

 

it’s done, it’s over, it’s entirely passé it’s normal now

it’s dead, it’s dead and you’re the one who killed it

need pinning the butterfly up in eternal admiration of her wings

 

lion lines red and yellow too loud for crowdsourcing

unbox yourself off this page fam, you’re the window

you’re the only doorway through which you’ve ever seen truth

Master Bath (Hour 7)

Apparently, it happens slowly. At first, it’s just a little — hardly noticeable. “How did this get so warped?”

Pulling away the hard outer layers. Uncover the damage — wet, black mold. This cancer is eating away at our home.

Waiving the white flag of surrender, we call in the professionals. Two men in coveralls and masks arrive with saws, blowers, and fans.

Pounding, hacking, sawing, and blowing. Fans going 24/7 for five straight days. Nightly, the blowers sounded like an airplane taxiing before takeoff.

Six months later . . . a sleeping daughter is on a mattress on the floor of her brother’s room. My clothes still litter the living room couch. When will we return to normal?

 

Viewing by Dew…

Cleared the dew,

To see the picture, so, very true…

Something that till now was just perceived,

Out of illusion, was now able to be viewed…

Moisture till now, sole was the factor,

Unknowing if it was the eye or the weather to dither…

Fearing a turbulence coming,

Sets a comfort in stopping…

Trying to wait till the clearance outside,

Forgetting to wipe the things right from inside…

For most of the views are always derived,

Waiting by the halt, when passing is achieved…

Hour 6 – Reaction to “Pandora Hearts OST ‘Will'”

Moving through the sea

On a teakettle of foam.

We danced and sang, embracing our plight.

I love you

I love me

I love us

 

Even as we whittle away the time left

With the marks of our heels

And the strikes of our hands.

I love you

I love me

I love us

 

If the end is a wine dark sea

And a stagnant depth,

Then let me move with you once more

Until the foam dissolves.

2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 7

I opted for a different take on the text prompt.

The question has been raised:
N or Mal?

Well, mal is bad—
but then Mal can be a pal
(ask the Beatles)
getting the word out
and getting things done

and without it
a polar bear is just an ani

(Annie, are you okay?)

Plus I’m not sure
we want to live
under a new nor

So that leaves N

N has become a symbol
for one of the worst words

I don’t even like to say
the word meaning ‘slight annoyance’
that sounds a lot like it

On the other hand
we’d run into a lot of trouble
without N

(Or, should I say
we’d ru i to a lot of trouble)

Names would start leaking vowels
all over the place
turning us into bleating creatures

A certain conjunction
would become the new beer commercial
(or we’d all sound like we had stuffy noses)

And an annoying noncommittal grunt of assent
would become nothing more than exhaling

I’m thinking we’re going to continue
to need both

Such a question!

26 June 2021

Between Two Worlds

Two worlds divided

Of both seen and unseen

A medium once confided:

“It’s by mediation that they convene”

 

A mirrored reflection

Inverted when seen

But its origin— we loosen

When the future was foreseen

 

For as the present time may serve

As a hinge to the past and future

A medium itself—is found to reserve

It’s very speech to that of the conjurer

 

A tongue loosened

With speech that reveals

Prophetic words—wantoned

To the very soul to which it congeals

 

 

 

What is Normal? – hour 7

Is being mute

muzzled, masked, absolute

no freedom with words

jailed in Facebook in herds.

Is that normal?

 

Getting fired

setting buildings ablaze

walking around in a daze

locked in houses, crazed.

A new normal?

 

Our history ruined

statues offended, abused

how long had they stood

without so much as a nod

or a mention.

Normal?

 

They paint the news

with propaganda and untruth

riots bending reality

they’re disguised in totality

and sell their brutality

to the world – antifa

No, we don’t trust ya.

Why normal?

 

Without a mask

a vaccine, Will it last?

what happens next?

Will they try to ban sex?

No, that’s not normal.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21

 

 

#7. Normies

Normal as a metaphor
beguiling and loose
swaying with the demographic
trailing the caboose.

12 steps call them “normies”
those people who we think
are free from all the consequence
addiction and the drink
can bring.

Normal as a metaphor
a programming, a box….
Oiling the squeaky wheels,
sneaky, like a fox.

Normality

In the National Puzzlers’ League, Merriam-Webster is the publisher
of two of our standard references. They have a lot to say online
about the many shades of meaning of “normal.” Here are a few
that caught my eye:

The normal spelling rule is “i before e, except after c.”
Oops. Sheila doesn’t follow the rule. I’m in trouble already.

It was just a normal, average day.
Who would ever say that? Get real, M-W.

Cornell researchers showed that monarch butterflies that fed on leaves
dusted with pollen from this [genetically] modified corn grew less and
had higher mortality than larvae that fed on leaves dusted with normal pollen.
— Russell Schoch

Whoa, way to go, M-W! Let’s take that extra space to tell it like it is.

Their reaction to the news was normal and expected.
Then why even bother to make a note of that? Boring.

The noise made it impossible to carry on a normal conversation.
Testy. Beginning to seem more like real (normal) life. Traffic? Cicadas?

… is your home office either your principal place of work or a place
where you meet with customers or clients in the normal course of business?
— Rosalind Resnick and Susie Archer

And what about in the abnormal course of business? Nosy question.

Challenges are a normal part of life; remind yourself of that—and keep going.
— Gabrielle Gayagoy

What would we do without our “lifestyle writers”?

Have a nice, normal, average day!

Hour 7: Horror Story

Normal is a cobweb
A zombie a tomb
Normal sedates people
Who without knowing it
Rot in concrete cells of normal

Run from normal
Fear that unsettling illusion
That barren tree in darkness growing no fruit
That madman murdering your children

Oh, the only cure
For a world yearning
For normal
Is your hoarse throat
Croaking croaking croaking
At the window
“Nevermore!”