Self-Managing

You remember that time runs swiftly, but imagine there be no time and suddenly you’ve got infinity;

Infinity at your fingertips, infinity over your eyes and infinity under your skin.

Now you’re staring into a tangled ball of responsibilities and tasks in your hand, but imagine there is no entanglement and each becomes a jigsaw combining to fit the whole;

The whole of it all becomes complete and marks your achievements, the whole is comprised of many.

You start to feel a rush of momentum, an urgency propels you to fit pieces together into larger pieces to make a complete mass;

The complete mass is you, so you start to see just how the pieces fit.

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Words That Are Helping

I lost a great companion last night, my cat Ms. T (A.K.A. Misty Creature) and haven’t been able to sleep since. I found these words, or perhaps they found me, for I wasn’t looking for words. How could I forget the power of the poem…

I have come to . . .

The unfathomable deep

Forest where all must lose

Their way, however straight

Or winding: soon or late . . .

     EDWARD THOMAS: Lights Out

Warm Again

Sullen is a word used to describe the pitiful. I am pitifully broken, lost in my tumultuous thoughts, out in the cold on the back porch staring into the darkness. Every now and then a car whips by, offering a well-lit glimpse of the backwoods. I breathe heavy, my heart sinking to the bottoms of my feet with each draw of blistering air. Hard to remember the last time I felt warm inside. I step off the porch and begin my solemn march towards the light.

o     o     o

Blazing red and blue lights dance over the treetops. Just another Friday night for all but those within a few miles from the scene. Not much can happen out in the country, at night, without being seen or heard by a few handfuls of people. Those living within earshot gather outside to catch a glimpse of the light show down the road. Some venture down to get a closer look. There’s been an accident and the sirens echoing in the distance signal the arrival of an ambulance.

o     o      o

“She came out of nowhere. I.. I don’t know how this happened!”

“I can’t believe this. What am I gonna do?”

“It’s alright, calm down, we’ll get a statement from you down at the station.”

“Wh-what’s happened?”

“Oh, no, the poor thing!”

“She ran out right in front of me!”

“Doesn’t make any sense…”

“Don’t look, honey.”

“Geesh. Got enough to worry about with the deer, now this. Tsk. Tsk.

“Lunatic.”

o     o     o

The thoughts. So many thoughts. My first cat. My favorite teacher. My mother. Avocados. Watermelon in the summer sun. Sloppy brownies. Leather. Swinging. Writing letters in the dark. Running in Autumn. Heavy backpacks. Splinters. Clothes rack. Coffee dripping. Red sand. Peonies covered in ants.

I feel warm again.

The Evil Queen Explains

The Evil Queen sits,
ponders,
and prepares her thoughts.

I am open to criticism,
so don’t be afraid to give me compliments.

She laughs.

I know exactly how you see me,
exactly the way I imagine.

She raises her brow,
thoughts racing through her mind,
pictures.

Would you like an apple?

The apple glistens like a guillotine.

No? You and I both know,
that I really do have a heart.

She crosses her legs,
flips her hair with a sweep
of a worn out hand.

And it is exactly as black as you think,
maybe more black than you know.

The apple dances between her fingers,
as red as the first red you remember seeing.

Because of that, sweet child,
I will always know more than you.

She bites the apple to its core.

The Meta Floor

 
Life is a call center,

like a journey into the city.

Patience is Time,

pillars of people playing on phones.

 
 

The Master Poem does go,

knowing what the purple vortex is,

Does Go The Master Poem?

 
 

Fragments have commas and periods,

my fragment is a chewed up fingernail.

 
 

I throw away all of my fragments,

employing syntax to form thoughts.