practicing french in the morning
chores at noon
spending time in the afternoon and evening
with my favorite kipperdoodledo
that’s what saturdays are all about
practicing french in the morning
chores at noon
spending time in the afternoon and evening
with my favorite kipperdoodledo
that’s what saturdays are all about
listening to lofi
[with forever long
names
and descriptors]
and kip says
of the very first song
“i could make this”
and i say
“yes”
because they
could
and should
and possibly even
will
running through my head are
the carols kip included in
their hocus focus holiday lofi
that they made in record time
[the app as well as the ditty itself]
and the silly, almost spooky song
of lionel richie
remade for the land of lego
[and my nyc v/o debut]
and was this poem just a sneaky way
to share this house’s kipmas sucesses
with whomsoever reads this poem?
well, yes.
kip playing with music
a whole set up here at our
kitchen table
and something in me wants to create
is it music?
am i ready to hear my own voice
echoing back from me
via vocoder at least?
or am i more in the physical scheme
and want to cut and trim and sew and see
what kind of creation i can make with
my own two hands
or am i finally ready to write that book
i’ve been threatening to write
forever and a half
or is it the video series
or a play
or silly skits
on social media
[probably not that last one
if my mental health is any key
or indication, having done so well
these past few months
without
that curse looming over me
via my phone…]
[who knows]
[who knows]
talking
all morning
about silly business ideas
singing
all evening
about higher stakes lives
than our
own
Kip making music
on an OP-1
on top of a wooden table
with metal bars
supporting
running across to where i rest my foot,
and even through my thick bootie
i can feel the bass rumble through
into my bones
and i love it
finish up these pages
so the bagel can be eaten
so the laundry can be started
so the nap can be taken
so the cat meds can be obtained
so the lyra can be flown on
so the massage can be gotten
and so i can come back home
and be lonely
but not alone
[because these sweet animals
are my greatest buddies
besides my spouse]
this poem will
[likely]
take the place of the poem that was supposed to go
on my silly poetry blog
yesterday
and though i am not writing it
on the date it says at the top
it is still a poem i am posting here
[and i did, technically, write poetry yesterday
just not quite enough
and nothing i felt was
whole
enough
to post]
and what did i do yesterday
that prevented me from writing
all 300 of my poetry words
and taking the time to post
my silly blog post writings?
i had conversations
with my kip
the love of my life
as we enjoyed a distraction from
morning everyday routines
and the terror that is happening everywhere
while we dealt with the terror of
bodies
not cooperating
and puppies
asking to play
[that one’s not a terror though,
that one there is
absolutely delightful]
and just had a bit of a reset
with communication
and a bagel
and a fig bar
so that’s what i did yesterday…
what will happen today?
video game music
and pondering strange dreams
and trying to hold the countdown
to the hour after next
still
so i can have some more chill morning time
with my kip before they need to leave
again [this time into the city]
and i need to go upstairs
and talk about my
~feelings~
[ugh]
Kip’s new obsession —
music maker
digital audio mixer
fun melodic playtoy
i don’t know what to call it
but i do know
Kip loves it
and that
is all that matters
[and, hopefully, they let me play with it soon too]