little mama
with little baby
3 months old or so
rocks her on hip
sits on an Ottoman
hubby sipping coffee
David Bowie sings, "Heroes"
today, she is my hero
in oxytocin bliss
holding baby girl
both their faces flushed
swaying to the sound
of synced hearts
Friday, September 29, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
root of roots (title taken from e.e. cummings)
the root of roots
the face behind all faces
our gut instinct
like a jellyfish
floats unimpeded through substanceless liquid
knows what it knows
which is more
than most
would give it
credit for
snow and sun
exist at once
smile and scream
laugh, cry
daring to seek why
whoa!
close the book
open the eye
of the heart
the audacity
to know
the face behind all faces
our gut instinct
like a jellyfish
floats unimpeded through substanceless liquid
knows what it knows
which is more
than most
would give it
credit for
snow and sun
exist at once
smile and scream
laugh, cry
daring to seek why
whoa!
close the book
open the eye
of the heart
the audacity
to know
Thursday, September 21, 2017
in the aura of a binge
my adult self
to my screaming toddler --
let's sit and think about it
let's sit
let's breathe
rub your belly
let your breath rub you from the inside
it's delightful, you know
more fun than a one-man party at Burger King
tastier than a sausage and mushroom pizza
more comfortable than tight-fitting clothes
than a sleep apnea machine
than pre-diabetes
to my screaming toddler --
let's sit and think about it
let's sit
let's breathe
rub your belly
let your breath rub you from the inside
it's delightful, you know
more fun than a one-man party at Burger King
tastier than a sausage and mushroom pizza
more comfortable than tight-fitting clothes
than a sleep apnea machine
than pre-diabetes
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Outis Duo
2 dollar coffee (best in town)
50% tip (gotta support these kids)
buys a free show
with bald and bearded electric guitarist
and buttoned down drummer, improvising through
only a few changes
for over 10 minutes
altering tempos, rhythms
swapping picking styles, with and without tremolo
power chords, harmonics and arpeggios
this is a birthday gift to myself
ends a day of minimalist self-indulgence
couldn't be happier
or more anxious
my frail father, dismissed the hurricane with a laugh
will probably be in its path
come morning
50% tip (gotta support these kids)
buys a free show
with bald and bearded electric guitarist
and buttoned down drummer, improvising through
only a few changes
for over 10 minutes
altering tempos, rhythms
swapping picking styles, with and without tremolo
power chords, harmonics and arpeggios
this is a birthday gift to myself
ends a day of minimalist self-indulgence
couldn't be happier
or more anxious
my frail father, dismissed the hurricane with a laugh
will probably be in its path
come morning
Monday, September 11, 2017
cool born
I
sparkle brown
and maroon bleed
leaves' pigments
shedding into pond
small needles of fish
darting in and out of hiding places,
unavailable in season preceding
or still, frozen world to follow
II
I adore this time of year
while it is new
near-autumn baby
September, cool born
into the arms of a nurse
or a foster family
or a young mother,
adopting out of a lust to love
this is the fall to me --
arriving abandoned,
leaving love
to love, once again
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
One without a second
Genderless and genderful
Omnipotent and rather small
Size of a blue lentil seed
A shock of solace in time of need
Inner sunrise, awe to blindness
Silent sounding, sea of kindness
The world needs now, One with no second
Sacred cow and simple transcendence
It hurts to see the joy of release
It came to me once when on my knees
And there it bloomed, the living stone
The conscious rose, the unknowable, known
Omnipotent and rather small
Size of a blue lentil seed
A shock of solace in time of need
Inner sunrise, awe to blindness
Silent sounding, sea of kindness
The world needs now, One with no second
Sacred cow and simple transcendence
It hurts to see the joy of release
It came to me once when on my knees
And there it bloomed, the living stone
The conscious rose, the unknowable, known
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