My pain dwells in the space Between lower back and upper legs Where the holding meets the doing The hinge that screams For oil, for ease, for new Screws to tighten up my will I have opened these hips Again, and again and again To engulf some and release others My hips cry, oooooh. What have you done for me lately? I wanna be the one in control.
humorous
In the Egg, Pt. 2
Are you in the egg, or are you just cracking up? You need a break…through! Ha! What a chicken. Make sure you are fully grown before you breathe air. You must know how to filter out the good from bad. Edible? Deadly? Get close to others, yes, and learn to read. The signs say, “keep your distance”.
In the Egg Pt. 1
I am in the egg, cells dividing, aligning, becoming brainstem. Who knows how the heart emerges, beating like that? Rhythmic potato. I am not yet “me”, or “me” is this clump of stuff. How ridiculous. I am forty-six years - not yet a whole human. I am in the egg.
How will we save the planet? (aka We Didn’t Start the Fire 2.0)
Hydroponic, symbiotic, solar-powered farmings fun.
How can someone save the planet when she lacks a green thumb?
Loca-voring, and divesting, raising chickens cage free.
Walking, sailing, cargo biking, canning fruit straight from the tree.
How will we save the planet?
When it’s all so crazy
and I feel so lazy.
How will we save the planet?
There’s so much to learn
meanwhile the planet’s burnin’
Wind turbines, electric cars, siphon power from the stars
How will I survive if I can’t get my daily candy bars?
Building bunkers, keeping bees, local living economies
Crop rotating, fertilizing, don’t forget the heirloom seeds.
How will we save the planet?
When it’s all so crazy
and I feel so lazy.
How will we save the planet?
There’s so much to learn
meanwhile the planet’s burnin’
How will we save the planet?
I’m sure she’ll keep turning,
But we’ll all be burning.
How will we save the planet?
I can’t tell who’s winning
and the world keeps spinning.
Rest. Rant.
Riding through Italian Market on my bike, watching vendors lay out winter squash and imported lychees, a red-lettered sign catches my eye.
REST RANT
Early morning brain prevents me from getting the joke for a solid minute and in that time I try to follow this new rule set forth by this unknown guru.
REST.
I begin to breathe deeply, clear my mind. Relax my muscles, feel the damp fall air lick my skin.
RANT.
Whatwillhappenifwedon’tgetclimatechangeundercontrol?!!!!!!!!
REST.
A wrinkled, crisp leaf circles in a wind swirl and my mind follows its delicate dance.
RANT.
Incomeinequalityisnotsustainableandwillleadinevitablytobloodyrevolution!!!
REST
I imagine my son’s third birthday candles glowing in front of his face. Maybe we should decorate it with the left over Halloween candy.
Forests of lollipops on fields of kit-kat crumbs, a three-year olds heaven.
RANT
Thiscountryissoracistanditsthechildrenwhosufferwhatcouldpossiblybewrong
withfundingfgoodpubliceducationforall?!?!
REST (AU) RANT!
Now I get it.
A Mother’s Survival Shanty
Swimming lessons are first
to prepare for the worst.
I guess sailing could be useful too.
Some kind of marshal art.
When things fall apart.
Self-defense in a world gone cuckoo.
Perhaps building a fire,
or recognizing a liar.
Who knows what will keep them alive?
Building shelter by hand,
coaxing food from the land.
When I’m gone what will help them survive?
The world’s begun cooking
and so I am looking
for ways to build skills and plant seeds,
to help my kids weather
well, weather the weather
in the new world we made with our greed.
We danced
“You let me lead you.”
The music played.
“I truly need you.”
The poet said.
“Without you reading,
these words just sit.
I’d just be leading
inside a pit.”
“Instead we’re whirling.
The music flows.
Though I may be twirling
right on your toes!”
“We laughed about it.
You saw me try.
You didn’t doubt
my words should fly.”
“And so I thank you.
You took a chance.
You read my poems.
You joined my dance.”
NaPoWriMo 2013: Final
Mouse wars
Listen up mice!
When you invade my home
you are about as cute
as the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.
Yes, your soldiers have followed us
from Chicago, to Washington D.C.
and now to our home, our safe haven
in the City of Brotherly Love
We are not Brothers you and I.
My cousin says
I should get out my flute
pipe you right out
cackling gleefully
as you march to your doom.
My girlfriend’s Babchi
found your weakness.
“Bacon, dental floss, snap trap.”
Others agree. Death for you
should be sudden, swift,
unceremonious.
Your scratching, sniffing
scurrying, spying,
has turned this peacemaker
into a killer. I agree
with what Susan said,
“The only good mouse,
is a dead mouse.”
R.I.P. Mickey.
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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 29
Process Note: Built from Facebook comments about my war with the mice.
The Hares of Cancelvania
Bee and Frog climbed a hill past the bog,
On their way to Cancelvania
They had heard that up there
All the townies were bears
Posessed by some sort of mania
Abuzz and ahop, they soon reached the top
And their eyes grew wide as four moons
Instead of strange bears
they found hundreds of hares
holding bear-shaped helium balloons!
They danced! They leaped! They sprang on huge feet!
Bee and Frog were not sure what to do.
Till the smallest among them
came right up between them
shouting, “Haroo there! How di de doo?”
Bee said, “Bzzy as always.” Frog shied away
feeling frightened of such a to-do.
He said,” What is this fare?”
“Why all the bears?”
And then sat down and cried on his shoe.
Hare scurried near, “Why, there’s nothing to fear.”
You are welcome to join in our fun!”
Frog looked up in surprise
Bee dried the tears from his eyes.
And they all went to play in the sun.
At the Hare Bear Fare there in the sun!
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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 24
Reunion Confusion
Why do I want to see them all
from twenty years ago?
Although we do not write or call,
why do I want to see them all?
To throw some kind of midlife Ball?
To re-live what? I just don’t know.
Why do I want to see them all
from twenty years ago?
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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 23
american incarnations 