what is with
these weeks of summer
streaming by in the goddamn blink of an eye?
(and how many more will i have have have to endure
until i finally find it in me to accept
the inevitability of time?)
short poem day
June 26, 2021
Morning Pages
but in the evening?
[how gauche]
June 20, 2021
though we all loved the green
and the adventures
and the folks
we saw last week
(Louka especially)
i, for one, feel more myself
with this particular cat
back on my lap
once more.
~~~
motion alarms
sometimes useful
sometimes just a bee
trying to say ‘hi’
~~~
ranked choice voting
is here
(the giant booklet tells us)
early voting ends today
and though we will still be in town
for the actual election
we’ll probably vote early
because who knows what’ll happen on tuesday
but at least we know that
we’re free today
June 18, 2021 (part 2)
who really is
good
at goodbyes?
~~~
when i visit new places
i associate certain parts of them
with places i’ve been before
“this area reminds me of the east side of Madison”
“this one gives me big Toronto energy”
“well, this is like if Milwaukee and Cleveland had a baby…”
on and on,
until i see something truly unique,
or i’ve been there long enough
to associate it with itself.
~~~
stomach aches
is it packing stress?
is it travel anxiety?
is it getting back into the “real” world?
or is it the apprehension of expectation for more adventure
now that we’re both vaccinated and activated?
June 18, 2021
fixed the coffee maker
got so excited
messed it up a different way
new mistakes
~~~
interesting that i poem
about the banal
when i wish for such adventure
in my life
is it simply because poetry
is usually more introspective
than not?
(unless, of course, we are talking old school,
whole story,
epic poetry)
or is its because
i want to get a bit better
and poetry-ing
before i go on such excursions
with words?
~~~
of course
(of course)
i cannot have a short poem day
with only two.
the third poem is what
ties it all together
and makes my anxiety
settle down
(just a bit)
June 16, 2021 (part 2)
when one is not plagued
by friendship degradation mechanics
a special vacation
to see old friends
can nearly immediately
feel abnormally normal
to the point where
you kind of forget
where you are
or how old you are
(or everything else that has happened these last few years
when folks ask how your life has been…)
~~~
driving
still equals freedom
but the freedom
explored
in the united states of america
isn’t really that free
(when was it ever?)
~~~
how are toddlers
both
straight up babies
and tiny real humans
at the same time?
May 25, 2021
new/old
naive/wise
fresh/broken
not all these vertical lines
should be treated as
synonymous
(fuck
cultural
expectations)
May 17, 2021
everything
is getting grey
while the sun shines brighter and brighter
and i want to be able to see the sun
and the sky
and the stars
but nothing seems recognizable anymore
(and staring at the sun is real bad for your eyes)
~~~
humor
within
tragedy
is it a sign of good writing
or just deeper seeded depression
~~~
smaller poems
capturing
greater feelings
[isn’t/wasn’t that the aim all along?]
May 16, 2021
i want to do
something
with all these poems
posting them seems the best option
but also
i’m scared.
i’m scared of people seeing them
i’m scared of no one seeing them
i’m scared i’ll succeed
i’m scared i’ll fail
i’m scared of so many things
(when did i get so scared?)
~~~
creativity
breeds
creativity
depression
breeds
depression
just keep that in mind.
~~~
oh
when did i start writing
for me?
April 29, 2021
hey
zlnut
the coffee of the day
~~~
flick
of the tail
mowgli’s peace of mind
is never that peaceful
(except during catnaps)
(and even then…)
~~~
a short poem day
interesting
kipventures 