i wish
i could see
through my glasses
i wish
they weren’t smudged
with fingerprints
and face oils
and life
i wish
i wasn’t so hungry
i couldn’t concentrate
and so sleepy
i’m expecting to snuggle
into the soft body of this poem
and relax until it’s time to drive
on home
[again]
sometimes you have to go back to your
childhood home
family community
to gather strength
and encouragement
to go out into the world once more
bumble bees floating
past
second story windows
and
surviving the cold spell
we
just got through
stay safe little boomble
the calm before
the storm before
the carnage before
the healing before
the learning before
the calm
singing and dancing
and puppy walking
and cleaning
and not much eating
and a little less sleeping
and still some pining
when one kip’s away
the other kip will
try to play, but not do too great…
yesterday’s worries
turn to today’s realities
and mostly we feel silly
for so damn much anxiety
the dying sinuses
of the colder weather
last week
the residual sinus headache
as the weather warms once more
this week
i am no longer a human person,
i am simply a conglomeration
of inflamed nasal passages
affected by temperature
i can’t concentrate today
at least not on the creative aspects of me
maybe it’s a good day
to just
rest
[if i can allow myself
simply
to be]
September flew by
in a matter of seconds
days filled with
stress and driving
and planning and writing
and arriving
in time to say goodbye
and the weeks between now and back then
feel like blips
made of minutes that took forever
and this whole month
took no time at all
(do i still need to approach each day’s poetry
with the goal of 300 full words?
have i gotten over my weird breaks in my routine?
am i still recovering from skipping
or am i finally free
to do whatever
pleases me)
(and is a 300 word goal
a pleasure
or a prison-box?)
kipventures 