i have so much pent up poetry inside me
and not enough concentration
or mental stabilization
or even the words
to get it all
out
in any sort of way that i could even slightly say
might change a few happenings
around here
i need
some
hope
i have so much pent up poetry inside me
and not enough concentration
or mental stabilization
or even the words
to get it all
out
in any sort of way that i could even slightly say
might change a few happenings
around here
i need
some
hope
poetry
[for me]
is simply raining down
haphazard hail
at whatever can capture my words
and showing off this bouquet
of symbols making meaning of emotional existence
and asking if anyone at all enjoys
the fragrance
[and/or the mixed metaphors]
my focus
is splayed
delayed
i’m afraid i can’t
write any more
making my mind search and find
the one thing it was looking for:
a subject matter—-meta-poetry
meta-subject
meta-focus
can the brain only focus
on itself
when i’m like this?
the thing they don’t tell you
about using your own body as art
is that some days
and even some weeks
things will feel harder/
take longer/
not align the way you’re used to/
but
if you push through
build the strength/endurance/technique you need
you’ll survive those times
and come out the other side
even more artful than you were
(at least that’s what i’m counting on—
i might still be in ‘one of those weeks’
even now
we’ll see
we’ll see)
oh no
i
gotta wake up
better
today has been
full of blunders
and it’s not even 8:30
yet
~~~
today’s date
3/23/23
32323
i know it’s human-made
and kind of slap-dash at that
but it still pleases my
little crow brain
to see the numbers
all aligned and repeated and palindromed and all that
~~~
my stomach is churning
and my heart is racing
and i have no signals to say
if it’s anxiety or physicality
or some weird mixture of the two in me
but either way
i’m just a little
uncomfortable
today
puppies
with clean bills of health
get long long walks
and no more crate rest
and a tiny bit of rice
from the sushi feast we got
to celebrate
it is spring
officially
but what does that mean
for me
and my freezebaby tendencies?
the puppy playfully pleas
with the cat who can’t help but hiss back
and they paw at each other
and they stare and they struggle
and i hope one future day, they can be real friends
the advice
i’ve recently received
is to try to achieve tasks
in threes
a never-ending to-do list
will only bring the vibe low
and with seemingly
nowhere to go
but three is accomplishable
achievable
doable
so, if this will help you
with your strife and life
of complex, minute details
of forever-long to-dos
let me impart to you
what was imparted to me
not too long ago
only
write down
three
and do those
after a winter
of our spring plants
threatening to take the mild weather
seriously
(and our fear that early blooming
would mean forever death)
the mid-march mild
(for real this time)
is bringing full blossoms
to our eyes
(and noses)
and i feel like
once again i can
breathe
(calm
and
deep)