What is Love? (10 hour)
What is love?
Living with a man who doesn’t care
Or a fat cat; or a dark dog
Is that love?
What is love?
Setting self afire
To prove love
Going on a bungee jump
Is that love?
What is love?
Euthanize
Suicide?
8 / On the Nature of Daylight (lyrics prompt)
Max Richter – On the Nature of Daylight (lyrics prompt)
Go to sleep, go to sleep
waking’s not a date to keep
Go to sleep, go to sleep
waking’s not a date to keep
Then again there’s melting in
Melting in to live again
Wonder wonder wonder
Wander down life’s corridors
Turn into a window
There is daylight shining through
you
Sparkle sparkle sparkle sparkle
Letting go of specks and splashes
Free (sparkle sparkle sparkle sparkle)
There is daylight shining through
Be (sparkle sparkle sparkle sparkle)
Here is something, here is you
Free (sparkle sparkle sparkle sparkle)
Free to wonder, wonder wonder
what breaks through.
Bucket List (9 Hour)
She recommended beetroot for my aches
And a jacket to ward off my cold
The tremor in my heart has not ceased
She leaned on my elbow for comfort
Cinnamon for my tea
Water in a bucket
Her Tesla in my carport
This is my bucket list
Swaying to the beat (8 hour)
Bobbing my head and strike the keyboard
Writing a poem
I felt surreal
I got into the groove somehow
Eyes closed and mind opened
Struggling to write a poem
Well, it was a new experience
But it is worth it
Life has a surprise always
And you do not know its ways
Somehow, if you are open
You can find a way around the oven
I love it now
And somehow
This is it
I have been swaying to the beat
Sit back and wonder (7 hour)
Life is not hard
It is the cow
that made it so
and you believe it so too
Sit back and wonder why
It is the cow
that made it so
and no one asked why it is so
Dazed at times
at the era when
life is not hard
and fore-generations lived happily
It is hard to pin down
now or anyhow
how those of yore lived when
life is not hard.
7 / A Viator
A Viator
My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex
But whatever happened to Amelia remains a mystery.
Aviator, aviatrix: what do we call her and Bessie Coleman?
Although I am a feminist, Sully Sullenberger III
Is my favorite aviator because he made me cry:
My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex
But I was wiped out on the elliptical at the gym,
watching the overhead TVs as he landed on the Hudson.
We’d all like to think we are aviators when it comes
To love, sex, morality, money, and driving—but,
My friend, Anya brings down flies with Windex:
Your polarizing confidence is insufficient armor.
The sky is a highway to the danger zone, Kenny says,
And nobody can deny Tom & Joe look great in aviators.
Politics, paparazzi, scientology: something comes for us all.
My friend Anya brings down flies with Windex.
(“Viator” prompt)
Hour 13-2023: What We See
What We See
I see you.
You see me and everything in between.
Spiders are everywhere.
Avocado leaves make undulating shadows.
Ten to be exact.
Like a perfect hand of bananas, they sit contently on their stalk.
Mint scented geranium tiny flowers are also in bloom.
Lavender edges the side in a pot of simple blue and white Chinese porcelain that you thought once perfect for a solo strawberry that did not make it past spring.
Adjacent below standing tall are two ginger pots adorned with two lions as if hand dipped in a finish of forest green like a hard-shelled dairy queen cherry or chocolate dollop treats.
These two pieces once inspired me inside my home and now I think like me they long to spend the second half of life outside, to be weathered by the elements and surrounded in greenery with fresh air and raindrops.
Perennials bloom now in September. Can this be attributed to the rare super blue moon?
A baby cries or was it a cat? It is hard to tell. Yet you can’t wait to have your own, a baby that is.
You might be allergic to cats and dogs. You respect them like the sea and keep your distance and admire them from a far. Yet, only in the sea will disregard inhibition and go all in.
You remember that the right person can alter your entire thought process on subjects like this when the love is just so.
Still I wonder.
So grateful to bathe in the sun especially when instrumental covers of popular songs build up the cadence as you write in the background.
You can’t remember the last time you allowed the hair on your legs to grow without boundary unlike the smooth skin under your arms that caress your favorite body pare the shoulders.
The mind can not wander on thoughts of him as you must write and your silent reward his to hear him voice and he yours.
Finger crossed.
Hour 23
A world that is not this one
Does not come with rainbows and butterflies
Everywhere I go.
A world that is not this one
Does not need magic and witches
And princesses and fairytales.
A world that is not this one
Does not come with peaceful territorial disputes
And no weapons and no war.
A world that is not this one
Does not want to be painless,
An imbalanced utopia.
The world that is not this one
Simply has me living with my heart on my sleeve
Never fearing regret or living in excuses or
Being surprised when the pain goes away.
Tax Day
Tax Day
once a year
their taxes are due
they come to me
receipts all askew
forms galore
they’re not sure
can I claim this
how about that
no sir, you cannot claim
your cat
aren’t’ my crumb crunchers
worth a bit more
please, help me tax lady
I’m paycheck poor
the path
the path
the path
she ponders
glimmering before her
she must step through the shadows
of doubt
clutching her fear
glimpsing, on what
could be
words on poetry