the sea within

Do you get that feeling too?

Like inside your body the waves are crashing

And dragging the pebbles and shells 

Against the sea floor 

Making a feeling like sandpaper and

A sound like champagne glasses clinking?

Brake Fade

I've got brake fade,
so the things holding me in place
aren't going to regenerate
unless I stop using them for a while.
It's not a fault of design,
it's where we are with physics.
I don't particularly want to think of my restraint,
it's not restraint if I seem curt and old.
I shouldn't cycle through coffee and wine,
I want new markers of a rough patch,
so I can say I'm still growing.

I put the tree out today.
That it's necessary to pay
credence to luck,
that I can't leave the blasted thing in here
until Feb.

I love you, tree; it's why you had to go,
you don't need to see what the
beanbag does to my back.

1.6.17

Sit in your own blood!

All day long, for free, on us.

You can move about and run your errands

as if you don’t have whole layers

of yourself seeping out and down your legs

under those fashionable capri pants of yours.

No-one will know because we keep these

panties dark to match the lining you expel.

A small puddle gathering just under your bum

means the magic’s working wonderfully.

As you cross the street to buy a bagel.

you may notice a slight moisture

but that’s just the sensation of being a woman.

Doesn’t it feel good and lucky?

This trial period won’t last long so be sure

to dial 1-800-modernity today.

poem #5

some people are so focused on the little things
and
the big things slip through their fingers
some people hate that
and 
some people wonder
where have the other people gone?

WORK LUNCH

Pictures of Karin with Doug, orange and young and thin
Cathy and Stacy both had husbands named Bob
now Cathy has Leila the poodle
and Stacy has garden raspberries to put in fruit salad
we eat the seasonless bounty
thankful for this thing so fresh so pink
and pass the liquid plates to our hostess
when we’re out of things
to say