think of your brain as the attic
For L.B.
where the keepsakes can be divided as follows:
A. “why the heck did I keep that”
with an inner smile,
knowing all the while,
exactly forsooth but why never forsaken,
and which commemoration is
one of your future
lady-poems-in-waiting
B. “rest here, till your first time return"
is appreciated approved appropriate;
your place at the dining table
is set, and you, a new keepsake
are the guest of honor
both old friend, and newborn
there is no riding rush to gush upwards and out
but perhaps the anti-gravity slow pull of
upward percolation
lucky are you in this,
for @4:20am.
my "attic" is the basement
and these wild-eyed creatures come
sparked and sparkling,
covered in creative juices
that like a nouveau beaujolais
must be drunk immediately
and demanding joie de vivre
this bursting Butz antic was first (ha!)
described as follows in terms
less poetical,
and more
apoplectical
*“the best don’t even flow, they fall out of ya, rough and tumbling,
screaming did ya get that, are ya keeping up,
you can be the self-editing-I need-perfection roadblock or the delivery guy,
the one with the towel and the scissors,
who brings ya
a clean new baby, and/or a veggie pizza,
which ya gonna pick?”*
alas the pizza store is shuttered
in the wee morning birth borning,
so I choose natural La-Maze method for
birthing poems,
as my only option,
so says the
poet ****** @ 4:20am on 4/20/18
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
think of your brain as the attic
For L.B.
where the keepsakes can be divided as follows:
A. “why the heck did I keep that”
with an inner smile,
knowing all the while,
exactly forsooth but why never forsaken,
and which commemoration is
one of your future
lady-poems-in-waiting
B. “rest here, till your first time return"
is appreciated approved appropriate;
your place at the dining table
is set, and you, a new keepsake
are the guest of honor
both old friend, and newborn
there is no riding rush to gush upwards and out
but perhaps the anti-gravity slow pull of
upward percolation
lucky are you in this,
for @4:20am.
my "attic" is the basement
and these wild-eyed creatures come
sparked and sparkling,
covered in creative juices
that like a nouveau beaujolais
must be drunk immediately
and demanding joie de vivre
this bursting Butz antic was first (ha!)
described as follows in terms
less poetical,
and more
apoplectical
*“the best don’t even flow, they fall out of ya, rough and tumbling,
screaming did ya get that, are ya keeping up,
you can be the self-editing-I need-perfection roadblock or the delivery guy,
the one with the towel and the scissors,
who brings ya
a clean new baby, and/or a veggie pizza,
which ya gonna pick?”*
alas the pizza store is shuttered
in the wee morning birth borning,
so I choose natural La-Maze method for
birthing poems,
as my only option,
so says the
poet ****** @ 4:20am on 4/20/18
a good story knows when it is it moment
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