most of my writing
is just randomly assembled
sequential litany
of happenstance
and the perpetual flow of thought
that spills from my multi-present mind
like waterfalls.
Day: November 12, 2019
1:45
1:45am,
and…
I’m awake
bargaining with time and dreams
telling them I’ll sleep soon
knowing
I’m going for broke
and “soon” is actually probably just
3:00am,
or maybe even
never.
12 October 2019
Indigestion
Uh-oh…
Bit off more than I could chew,
now there’s indigestion
and I can’t spit it out;
my mouth is full…
not even wine
will wash this down.
12 November 2019
Visual Eyes
I have trouble
making consistent eye contact.
Two reasons:
First, eye contact is energy exchange,
and most energy is non-refundable.
I can’t share energy with everyone
this way.
Second, it is often I find myself
attempting to visualize my words
as I speak them
and my eyes like to follow the
paths my mind takes…
Aware though I am
It often appears I’m not attentive,
I’m paying full attention
to every possible aspect
and my mind travels
multiple directions
at once.
09 November 2019
Bad Vision
How much I take in
from just observing
the people and things around me…
But often more than never
the beautiful act
of being watchful
shows me ugly truths
about others.
And…
Every now and then,
I question my own vision.
22 October 2019
See-through
There are some
with whom I have to be a little…
different,
so they don’t see
that I [can] see
right through them.
22 October 2019
Vernal Aesthetics and Night
peppermint tea in a favorite cup
water in a sticker-laden bottle,
the front lawn a dusky backdrop
in the tri-light of early evening aesthetics.
porch lights blink on –
the first fireflies of night.
crickets trill and voices travel;
cars arriving at homes
leaving them too…
sirens in the distance
too brief to ponder their disturbance.
air moves, moonlight and streetlight
compete for presence,
filming the scene in picturesque haze.
laughter and children’s small shouts
mingle with closing doors
and the wandering breeze
sounds of neighborhood…
time begins to meander
and stars twinkle amusedly,
tiny laughing winks
in the vast eye of night.
and sight and sound are one
energy is air
and
the day fades away.
