but aren't they all random?
Thursday, June 30, 2022
my phantom beard
I stroke on flail
and grasp and miss,
long habits will
prevail. Despite
my clean-cut
chin
in mocking
taunt above what
long has been
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
happiness project
Happiness is a retrofit
we install just in case
the earthquake hit
if it didn't or did -
it might again.
So you can't really say
why whether or when,
just get your shit up
to spec, better yet
pretend
This is all in mind,
right?
Send
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
random dancer
Her limbs are like knives on balance and slice
on pivot and spin as gravity dies
and comes back to life between beats and on pause.
So graceful a win, without effort or cost, just cause.
Saturday, June 25, 2022
cheap lesson
"You inspirational piece of shit!" she hissed,
eyes blazing narrow slits. "How dare you
compliment my taste, and then show yours
so desolate!" I said "Uh, wait, uh what? How's
this?" She smacked my face, deserving it.
It's how I learned you might get smacked.
In fact, I did!
No turning back
Close enough
on her own pitch and transitioned to criminal
influencer, remaking fashion and behavioral
trends in prisons and extralegal organizations
and clubs, worldwide and nation tall. Soon
the authorities wanted to cut her a sweetheart
deal: full amnesty (nothing she'd done had
been technically illegal) in exchange for
influencing criminals to be more badass
and cool, only in prosocial ways. She said
"Hey what the hell, I've always marched
to a drumbeat of some kind" and signed on.
The experiment won her the Nobel Prize
in Economics, because the committee
was like "fuck it. Close enough"
People learn to make way for a trailblazer,
don't they. Oh yes more or less, and she
went down as one of the best - but she did
go down, in the end. We all do, but as she
might have said you can't let it stop you.
situations
As always with everything,
we're doing our best to investigate
what situations are,
and what kinds of things
can happen in them.
This situation is grave, and we honor
the concern and criticism expressed
all around. However we assure all
concerned that first, we have
to determine what situations are.
Only then, responsibly we can figure
this out, using whatever happened plus
as many ideas as we can responsibly
come up with because it is a very grave
situation, as we've admitted. What are they?
We can't act rash yet. It would be premature,
so cool off please. Back down. Once we're
sure what a situation actually is, we guarantee
all concerned: action will be rash as you could
ask.
Guided by a fuller understanding, together
we can't lose, so cool it. You did your part,
all of you bringing this to a crisis, and that's
the most important part you can do. Now.
Leave it to us. Back off, cool down, grow up.
This is already a situation, and we don't need
another one. What are they?
wonderknot
Her brain is baking wonder pies
beneath a sword of Damocles
that life suspends
on thread of dread
above us each, on mother's knees.
But as we grow invulnerable
and wise, we don't much notice it.
It's theme and trope of tolling bells
in books.
Its sense
goes somewhere else to fit.
That thread
is plaything, now. We spin
and play and spool it out
like Gordians, we prize our knot.
No effort mindful or forgot
could undo all these tight-pulled
strands. No mind's-eye gaze could scry
this plan. No mind's-hand fingers
trace its ways.
Insoluble, the puzzle stays.
Until the days we lift our eyes, and there
suspended, spy the sword. It's hung up
still.
It looms and looms.
We've woven for it some reward
Monday, June 20, 2022
metamorphosis bug
It's time for the bug
up your ass to die
and be reborn as a butterfly,
aflutter in tummy and rising
like heart in throat
to your mouth,
where you puke
pure hope.
Sunday, June 19, 2022
great time on stage
Sometimes you can just tell
they're having a great time up there,
onstage
it's not faked. You can't
fake strutting and bopping around
like that, yelling "ooo! ooo!" and
doing this sort of - anti-choreography!
Everyone's got their own dance going,
but
you figure they planned it. It smacks
of something planned, and maybe
actually rehearsed - or run through
a time or two, perhaps not identically.
It smacks
of artificiality,
but they're really
getting into it. You
know?
They're having a ball, a blast
up there
and we
uh
paid
to see this shit.
But that's okay. It's joyous
affirmation of some kind
of human confidence
job
and if we didn't come to see
that? Well, we certainly came
to see this
Saturday, June 18, 2022
standing permissions
If my baby had a hat
I would tell her "I allow you
to wear it!" Or
if she had an outfit on,
I would say - so there
would be no doubt - "I give you
permission to be clothed!"
Or if
she were drawing
regular breaths, I
would say
"By all means,
breathe normally.
I allow it." Or if she
wanted to do some thing
she could do all by herself,
without my permission,
I would give her my permission.
Because
I respect my baby, and
I honor her autonomy. I allow
her
big time
Friday, June 17, 2022
in translation
Your look is
so eloquent
that I have
to narrate
all the notes
glimmering in
glint and shimmer
from your gaze, tuned
by corner twist of the mouth,
narrowed or widened eyes,
raised brow, and turn
of head
- I put
your look
into words
for you.
Well, for both of us.
In continuous narrative flow,
as you keep that look coming.
As you, with an index finger
straight-up, indicate one point
- or you curl it down,
take one point off,
you keep score
while I narrate.
Putting your look
into words galore
Most of them true,
some false, some off,
you course-correct me
to sure. It's a little
improv routine
we do. It happened
more or less on
purpose
pure
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
heart visit
I visit you in my heart,
but you're not there.
Empty chambers,
calling out - no
answer!
Whoops - I overshot
the mark. This isn't
my heart, it is yours!
You're probably out!
In my heart? Yes
We passed each other
on the way. We really
should call first.
Coordinate.
It's such a chore
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
foot taller
I feel a foot taller
I know I'm not
It's psychological, but
I feel like I've grown,
and maybe the world can see!
Or you can. That would be
enough, because your eyes
are the world's
to me
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Listen. If
Listen. If people want
to understand me then
they're just going to have to
figure me out. I am sick of
shooting straight sense at
swirly targets of others' minds
only to come up bupkis on the
comprehension tip! I can not
be any more clear than I once
was! and if that's
not
good
enough,
then I will never give up no
never
give up. People are just
going to have to judge
best they can, and
figure me out for themselves if.
If
people want to understand me,
but. You know. They don't
have to want to.
I did my part
body dancing fail
he was a body dancer
his family
couldn't even.
That's how so many fail
when those they love,
his friends shook their heads,
they didn't get it, lovers
turned their heads
when he danced.
When he danced,
all the world
moved
when he danced,
from his perspective.
He rocked a balance pivot
and shuffled apace, throwing
shapes - arms and back, neck
head atop and beyond torso,
upon hips and legs, knees,
suddenly bent, feet - ankles
straitened by rippling out
driving pistons thrown akimbo,
his whole body breaking
and reassembling a cadence
in a time
for a time
abstractly-related
to his human heart. It
was time. it
was
always time.
For he was a body dancer,
and so he failed.
For the world was like
"What?"
"Is that
...you mean,
you're a dancer...?"
which made him sick
he was like NO! There are body dancers
and mind dancers! I am a mind dancer!
That's how you fail. See,
he tried to be both,
too far,
and failed.
he was a both dancer. Body
& mind, and nobody wanted
that thought or motion
song or dance.
So he failed
Friday, June 10, 2022
graverising
each day
I get up from
my early grave
to misbehave.
It's really just
behavior, see?
No miss! That's
normal for ol' me.
and dig me up
from underneath
I break the ground
with groping hand
for coffee cup
I groan and shamble
towards the town
and meet your living gaze
with mine.
You ask, and
in sepulchral tone: "Triple
almond cappuccino please"
I deeply
sweetly
moan
Thursday, June 09, 2022
The Big As If
It was as if
some occult hand had reached
down from clouds across the land
to palm my heart, like
a magic trick
that you just can't teach,
unless you can.
Or else you miss
where now you see it,
now you saw. Now
you wish and kiss
and paw, lose
everything
perchance
to crawl,
perhaps
to raise.
To win it
all.
It was
as if some
occult part
unplayed as yet
by dummy luck
and handy fate
had come unstuck
by skill and art.
Panic's OK!
Impure joy
Here is the joy
you've made in me
in sudden effect
in inner array,
and cutting to groove
in tenet and core,
by new and continual
play and display
by mischief and trick
played square and pure.
By ounce and by ton, by
hook and by barb, by light
and delight and by tone
and shade. Here
is
what
rises in me,
from you: all
polarized,
alchemized gold
gone astray
and sure.
verbatimesque
when I'm nude
I understand myself better
It's not so artificial!
when I'm not nude
people say I have a beautiful body and they wanna see it
when I'm nude I can forget about everything else
sometimes
when I'm not nude I can be invisible
sometimes I can go anywhere
people can't see a thing!
I had a bad idea once
about a garbage disposal that went on
automatically whenever you put food down it
like a hand
because
it thinks it's its food!
I thought it was a good idea
until I thought about a hand
when I'm nude I think about my hands
a lot
what should I do with them?
when I'm not nude
I adjust
Wednesday, June 01, 2022
Slowdown days
Day succeeds day, and that's okay
but I wish I could slow
most of these days down.
I'm enjoying too fast,
and then they are gone.
At they end of one, yes,
I look forth to the next,
but -
- it's gone
like that. These days, they are
ours, but how much do we
get to hold each one? By flying sun,
skyful of whirling stars? I don't
want to stop time, just
make mine large
before it is done.
night census
Somebody barked
Somebody bark back
We'll have a lil' shout-yelp
holler chit chat, and
everyone in earshot
gotta chime in!
We can't see each other
from the yards we're in, and
we've got to find out
how many dogs we are.
One, to keep making sure
we're all still here, or
if anyone new comes on,
we must know!
Bring them up to speed
on how barking goes.
Two,
in case the revolution
comes,
I suppose.
Or propose - either way
we had best prepare
vigilance is the way
all good dogs know.