guest cats upstairs
and our animals down
trying so hard to figure out
what’s going on
the puppy
sniffing
and snoofing
and investigating
hardcore
and the cat
just kinda
hissing
every time she passes
that door
and the orange cats
seemingly
unaware of it all
i wish i could be
creatively consistent
with rhyme scheme
but as it stands now, the found moments
hit well
but any effort at keeping it up
sound contrived
and like a five-year-old thought it up
and while that may be fine for some
i think i need to stay doing what i do best
for the sake of getting
all my words
out
so
perhaps someday, i’ll write in true verse
but today
[and tomorrow
and all the next few/many mornings
of morning page poetry]
i’ll stick to free-form
who is a little little pup
who’s gonna eat her breakfast up
to become a big strong dog
it’s Computer; gonna eat it all!
i completely forgot
for a moment there
that some people drink
hot things
in the morning
and i got so confused
and concerned
seeing some sort of gas roiling
above kip’s mug
but it’s just steam
from their tea
how silly of me
how silly of me
do other people’s bones
just kinda pop
and shift
into place
when their bodies move,
like they’re catching up
with the muscles and tendons and fat and signals
from the brain — the bones are lazing their days away
but are [eventually] taken along for the ride?
is that my whole issue? that literally none of my body parts move as one
unit?
i’m just body parts
and systems
and cells and bacteria and all the tiny things
all wrapped up into one trench-coat of an external “body”
[maybe that’s why they/them feels so good on me]
sleepwalking
and daydreaming
and just kind of floating my way
through the haze around me
it’s the only way
i can see
to protect myself and everything close to me
this morning’s
morning pages
are going quite
stiltedly
but at least we
are kips
in a kip house
at a kip table
with kip pets
all around us
about to eat some
kip breakfast day
vibing
with music
but not with
writing
[the plight of the creative
with too many outlets]
pondering
teaching
directing
improvising
trying new things
[and not too new new things]
and still
maybe
sewing
and writing
and reading
and playing
and flying
and learning
and living
writing for aeons and aeons
just to find a concept i’d
never attempted
to understand
kipventures 