am i so tired now
because my teen days
were 21 hours of manic waking
followed by three night-hours of insomnia?
[or is this still the insomnia,
just a whole new flavor?]
short poem
July 17, 2021
an upset belly,
late bagels,
just talking,
not really writing,
animal croodling,
spouse connecting,
“concept”
kind of morning.
July 16, 2021
a kip home
a home for kips
the kippiest house to ever house a kip
but where/what/how is it?
~~~
do i feel better
(je me sens plus bien)
when i write in french
(quand j’écris en français)
because i don’t have to think as deeply?
(parce que je ne dois pas penser que profondément?)
–> est-ce que je me sens mieux quand j’écris en français parce que je n’ai pas à réfléchir aussi profondément?
~~~
someday
(maybe someday soon?)
i’ll get to create
the secret garden
of my dreams
July 8, 2021
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?)
June 26, 2021
Morning Pages
but in the evening?
[how gauche]
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 13, 2021
wake up
in a new place
(having stayed up too late
in another new place)
but seeing old friends
is more than worth it.
June 4, 2021 (part 2)
sudden sillies
pop as classical radio
chatting with the spouse
singing at the spouse
dancing at the spouse
after writing/editing/posting so many things
dealing with depression
how can my goofiness
still show itself
this fiercely?
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?]
kipventures 