Friday, May 03, 2019

Nonesence

Fee Fie Fiddily die dum
hum thumb meedle deedle bum
iffy niffy giffy dee dum
feedle needle bum bum bum

cat dog guinea pig some
eat at the diner until they are done
pancakes bacon ice cream fun
need me, feed me dim sum some



Dog

crossing my legs
pants half way down
I wait while
     he drinks

"Out" I yell
pointing at the door
cold air billows into the house
     but up on my chair
     he hops

     hopeful eyes
      tails wagging
I share my
peanut butter sandwich

All he wants
to be with me
everywhere I go
everywhere I go

Thursday, May 02, 2019

Magic 8 Ball

All day I am asked
           Questions
yes, no, maybe, never
seems to be my responses

there must be more
than yes or no
ask me why or how
or even what to do next
          Shake me up!

Falling

Falling
      Endless abyss
        I used to fear
          now I embrace

Falling
     Endless abyss
      let go
       to blackness

YUMMY FUN

Chocolate Chip cookies YUM
I love the sweets we make
brownie ice cream cake FUN

I dream of good things to come
I love to bake
chocolate chips cookies YUM

come hang with me some
imagine the wake of our bake
brownie ice cream cake FUN

into the pie, we'll throw some rum
just enough for flavor's sake
chocolate chip cookie pie YUM

and know I start to hum
feeling a little bit fake
hopped up on brownie ice cream cake

the totality of our sum?
from the sugar, I start to quake
chocolate chip cookies YUM
Brownie ice cream cake FUN

At the Dentist

I write in waiting rooms
waiting in rooms, I write
in rooms, I write about waiting
in writing, I wait in rooms
I wait for my son as I write

Snippets

The child spins in circles
she sings, flaps
nonsensical ditties
of joy and pain

they make love by holding hands, while the world dissolves around them

you, the one that took risks, not playing chess, choosing instead your own rules. your own board, and all the characters of your creation

Kitchen counter-
littered with pizza boxes, pop cans, piled with papers- bills of years long past, bags of last month's groceries, never put away- shots of insulin, prescription papers still folded in squares and doctor summaries- All this I get to clean out when you die

All that I love tonight:
sunsets of chirping birds
acrid smell of leaves tossed on the fire
flaming marshmallows
crisp air
might be lost tomorrow
when I return to school

I remember the scent of my father's halitosis but his conversation was too interesting to turn away

I wanted to return to the sunbleached shores with unstable fishing piers
home to the ten families that remained in adobe huts
faded, by the jade sea

My grandmother's
voice rises and falls
songs of old
of ancestors
of heritage

Shower hope
confess the possible
Earth
Created
lucky soothing
electric vibrations