oh no
oh no
i have
the stress anxiety
thoughts of impropriety
about everything i could be doing
but am not
or even the things
i literally cannot
i’m stressed
my stomach a mess
and nothing will settle
me down
poem a day
May 18, 2024
i still feel like i’m trapped in my house
not allowed to go out
not suitable for other human’s consumption
and i want to need to wait
a bit
longer to be permitted to rejoin the human race
~~~
unknown what to write
what to even think about
when my morning has been going
a certain way for a week, and now goes
a completely
different route
[i hate that i need consistency]
~~~
puppeteering
and back to singing
and in a show again
and pride-month dancing
and still i have no idea
if i even want to be perceived
in front of an audience
at this stage in my life
or not
May 17, 2024
how was yesterday
twelve lifetimes ago
and age nine, for me, feels like last week
May 16, 2024
if only i knew what i wanted to write about/
if only i didn’t start hundreds of poems
immediately after closing up the morning poetry page/
if only i could access all the unfinished lines in my mind
from last night and prior nights
going back years and decades
and mine them for inspiration for today
now
this morning//
but instead i find myself sitting and staring/
and hoping and despairing/
and writing about writing
and random morning things
[maybe, every few weeks, i should actively make morning poetry
into nighttime poetry
and see what happens
then]
May 15, 2024
the rain falls
or just stalls
upon our little home
and we, cozy
inside, hide from the
wind and wet and chill and
catch our morning
here and now
May 14, 2024
i can feel the allergens
tickling my throat,
attacking my everyday systems
and interrupting,
creating weeping eyes
and pained heads
and sinuses that feel like
explosion is imminent
and the fogginess is permanent
but i know, the next cold day,
or non-pollen-drop,
i’ll be fine
i’ll be fine
i’ll be fine
[i’m not dying]
May 13, 2024
maybe an extra little time
an extra single stanza
an extra couplet of rhyme
an extra moment in time
or something else will help me
be ready for the day upcoming…
May 12, 2024
certain music makes me certain
there’s magic somewhere in the air
maybe we can’t see it
maybe we can’t know it
but maybe we can feel it
in our core
in our bones
in our soul
where other magic lays in wait
for the perfect moment
to show its face
to provide a fate
out of the ordinary
[what is creativity
if not a magic of the mind?]
May 11, 2024
write your morning pages
do your thing
whether it takes an hour or a minute
or a day or a second
it’s there, waiting for you
wanting you to
write
May 10, 2024
silly plant songs
tickling my brain like they
rooted themselves inside
and are using mycelial systems to
communicate with my own synapses…
and maybe that’s actually what the human population needs —
to get back to basics
[re]connect with different forms of life
and experience the nervous and fungal systems
for what they are — siblings existing on earth
together
apart
kipventures 