july
2017
august 2017
july
31
8:19__
am
empty pages are followed by mania
or insomnia
or books about physics
as the bed weeps
july
24
7:28__ pm
and the
third man to envelop the tiny cajin paints
july
24
8:46__ am
sniffling
on a rainy day
balance the java;
find the kleenex;
find the words...
the creaky floorboards signal life
the Cardinals squak and the guinea pigs
squeak;
my brain roams through itself
pondering pondering
and art
while walking
and in this darkish
smallish room
while
a truck backs up in
the park
and
the temperature
of nabob hits
critical low
the
gulps
get bigger
and farther
apart
i
write for the
second time in
a different
way
but
the first time
in a clear way
that
i
am an artist
and
i will make
art
eventually.
will
you come
along?
july
23
11:04
am
emptying
bank accounts are annoying
for an ENTJ in the summer
and i learned something interesting yesterday.
my kid is good.
like
me.
july
21
8:24
am
i had a
premonition
today's coffee would be sweeter;
today's burden lighter;
and that a moment of
peace would come here.
and it did, in spite of my being
ignored
it did,
without effort,
and
it did fill me
up
and the world
remains the color
of this page while i
type
the big world spins
and
kleenex,
still, more than
an arms length,
forces me to get
up,
while
photos
of sylvia
plath flash
across my
screen;
this
means i'm
thinking
this
means i'm
calm;
this
means i'm
happy.
and
yes, 1956 is one
year that i
often think
about
july
20
9:01
pm
i wanted
to thank the Swiss man
for
something i can't admit
july 19
6:21
pm
it's the end of the day and the summer city buzzes
to the rhythm of strollers and joggers and
European men in birkenstocks
some are arriving home from summer jobs
some are making their regular silly walk through
the park
and most of the jeep windows are open with tanned
shoulders poking through
the elderly Indian women sport brightly colored
jerseys and the fair-weather dog walkers abound
a Swiss man empties the house of recycling
materials
and sneaks a fag by the garage
the ESFPs honk for the neighbor to get in the
fancy SUV
which i find rude in this era of cell phones
and Beverly signals for a moment to shut off the
sprinkler
and i get lost wondering what it might be like to
have normal women friends
but at least i'm not the agoraphobic woman who
eats at the same restaurant alone every night.
i took fourteen minutes to watch the world go by
and i got a lifetime of memories
and then it started to rain on my screen
july 17
so many
things are unwordable;
the house
you see when you come in here
is the same
house my twenty year old never thought was
possible
and
even though my 30 year old wanted more
my
forty year old self knew not everything was
doable
at
the same time
so while the art wall may
be gone
and the pizza board burnt
and the stone cracked;
i suppose our essence is burnt into
these floors
and the hum of our
lives
rolls
down
the hallway
july
16
happy
birthday to her;
as i force myself to go inside,
to be,
i am reminded of scott kiloby and non-duality
as i alt-tab frantically
part of me runs out to buy a birthday card
that i should have thought about earlier
but i was busy thinking about other things
scrambling to preserve; to protect;
anger burns inside of me
for something i cannot control
and it seems to be the summer
of cold hamburgers.
july
14
mid-summer waking on a
lake
the satellite images, from earth, are blue,
with the gift of waking early on a friday
only offset by capsuled coffee/hot
water/contributions to climate change/
july
11
i don't ask
for much
but maybe
i do
as i sip
my
climate change coffee
a
stiffer back and propped against the wall
while
i chase back to the
richer dream life
which is so full
but elusive
there are breaks
in this perfect matrix
at
times
crevices
over which i
step and peer down
into
where
the past is crystal
clear
and
did i mention I'm
bleeding,
now
that's always a
very strange
thing
since
it's been
nearly a year
and
here in this
format
i can align my
anger
one
might say it
is my laser;
monochromatic,
just not so
coherent
but
it's focused in a plane
and strangely i see that rue has also
focused herself while i slept
although
i wanted to sleep earlier
it's nearly nine
wish me luck
july 07
let's talk of the sun
in july
while we can
and the stillness
and the clean house
and the crab-apples