7:13 am
any thirteen gives me joy
gives me hope
gives me strength
gives me
smiles
it can be the date
or the time
or a number just randomly up somewhere
but
every time
i see a thirteen
anywhere
i smile just a little wider than before
and think to myself
‘maybe
just maybe
i can keep going’
[if i live past 100
i only only want to if i can get to
113]
here
is all the dog fur
you could ever want
and then some
and then some more
and more and more and more and more
until it’s everywhere
until you’re sick of it
until you’re breathing it in and sneezing it out
every morning
every night
until you realize your wardrobe has shifted to black
right around the time you got a white and tan dog
and her fur is everywhere
you try to hug her
it’s on your body
you try to fold laundry
whoops, you placed that shirt on the bed
which is where she sleeps
which is covered in dog fur
you try to cuddle up with a blanket
spend time with your spouse
walk around your house
and you
your clothes
your body
your socks
are so coated in dog fur
if you happen to walk in stocking feet
elsewhere
you leave footprints of dog fur
where ever you pass
but this dog is so good
you wouldn’t give her up
for anything
[but maybe we could give her a bath
every once in a while…]
sometimes
these text posts
and written memes
feel like poetry to me.
ghost cat?
in and out of the office
in front of kip
and as kip blinks, she’s gone
and they ask “where’s the cat?”
to which i answer
“in here, as she’s been for the last [at least] ten minutes,
lying on top of my shoes
on top of my suitcase
purring
and half napping
and fully enjoying her time”
ghost cat
definitely
[but which cat are we
feeding?]
a family
a train ride
and thousands of sunflowers
in fields rolling past
at 266 km/h
and somehow it all reminds me of
van Gogh’s paintings
and how much i want to become
an impressionist
~~~
i just got so confused
as to why the baby in front of me
wasn’t crying in response to the
baby crying in the next train car over
and then i remembered that babies are not dogs
who bark and howl to be heard by others
of their species…
~~~
this whole trip
is a whirlwind
this whole life
kind of is
too
at least i have a train car
inside which to sit and write
all my silly poems
~~~
every
single
time
another train passes directly by
i
am
startled
~~~
there are
so many more palm trees
than i ever would have expected
in Europe
[i think that’s on me tho,
because climate is a known thing]
~~~
i think
if you’ve seen
any
van Gogh painting
of nature
or landscape
you’ve seen the full spirit of
what these trains speed past
as humans
we
contiain multitudes
and math jazz does, too
i’ve been tracking my sneezes
since the start of the year
it’s a very very very silly
new year’s resolution
but damn am i invested
interestingly
i usually sneeze at least once
every day
but some things can up the count
like being sick [only one day impacted]
or adding abundant amounts of jerk seasoning
to my dinner of rice
[only one extra sneeze added]
otherwise, it seems to be
randomness
some days two sneezes instead of one
some days zero sneezes at all
and one bizarre seven-sneeze day
out of nowhere
but this is only after
28 days of data collection
let’s check back after
at least a full
month…
this puppy
is so damn stinky
what on earth did she eat
that we did not see?
making new
traditions
making old traditions
happier
making things work
in this snow-less escape
that is our regular every day life
in new york city
~~~
down the coffee
slip off to the holiday market
grab cider/
wine/
juice/
anything
to make a mulled wine
happen
and also some stickers
and also some goofy goofs
and also
some
potential
presents
for a new
present moment
~~~
silly,
i
already
know
when will my longing
return from the
war?
[a poem of irony]
[i think that’s the right way to use the term]
kipventures 