Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Hell Yes

Your life
Is a three and a half minute song
...
Be sure you
Scream and
Flail
Through the
Chorus
Each and
Every
Time

Making Yourself Invisible

You have superpowers
For real
Because
You can drive by a
Deer
Squirrel
Skunk
Even a
Cat
Lying on the side of the road
In any and 
Every 
State of disrepair
With little more than a twinge of regret
That the roadside isn't all daisies and long grass
Iron your cape and put it on
Because
You can transform 
Even a cat or a dog
Into 
A ten year old ford taurus
Without 
Looking into the vanity mirror and
Seeing a 1973 levis edition amc gremlin



Monday, April 28, 2014

all mammals named sam are clammy

Sonic dissonance
Sweeps over me
Like a wave
In a bathtub
Rubber ducky
Shooting over my head
As visions of my feet fly up in the air and
I want to grab for them
But the sound is all around
Me
And I can't move
Trapped in a cacophony cocoon
Until
Three minutes an thirty two second pass
And the drain plug is pulled and
All of it and
All of me
Goes swirling down the drain
Into
Sonic consonance

Connect Four

Connect
Four
With
Seven
Almost
Eight
After
First win
And
Latest loss
Eyes meet
Connect

The Tyrannies, Proclamations, and Investigations of a Grumpy Five Year Old

I'm not going to school
I will not play the piano
You can't take me on walks
Ever again
No long car rides
No family pictures
No board games
No naps
Not anymore and
I'll never eat chicken or
Fish and
Once I'm fifteen
No more snacks


Art Appreciation

Today
Standing on the porch
Kleenex in hand
Staring out at blue skies
Fluffy clouds
Increasingly green grass
Flowers of every color and
Short sleeved  shirts
I feel like a blind man
Who has just inherited a Picasso
Tomorrow
Staring out at the rain
From the kitchen window
Box of kleenex on the counter
It will be Picasso
Circa 1903
That I won't be able to appreciate

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Quote

Before you react to a few words
It is helpful
To think of yourself and
The rest of us
As termites and
The sum of your words
Our words
As the mound and
To remember that
Termite mounds are spectacular
Even though they are equal bits
Earth and
Shit


Thursday, April 24, 2014

a different snow is falling

the wind still has bite
but it also spreads yellow
blue, pink, purple, white

Freedom

Freedom is an empty room
Windows open
White walls
Adorned only by the shadows cast by
The sheer curtains
Fluttering in the breeze
Wide plank pine floors
Painted with shadows and
Light and
All of it
Always
Waiting
Yearning
To be less perfect
Less empty
Less
Free


Wish You Were Here

Remember postcards
Having a great time
Wish you were here
And such
Well now
Now
With text and
Twitter and
Facebook
You're basically in the room and
I suppose
Regardless of how much I wish and
Which star I wish upon
That's about all
I can guarantee



Friday, April 18, 2014

Elephants For Grandma

Stampeding
Through a formerly quiet glade
Trumpeting on the way in and
On the way out
Breaking branches
Breaking trees
Stepping on toes and
Talons and
Hooves
Trampleling down
Everything and 
Anything and
Vanishing
With smiles all around

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Realtor

The mums I planted last year
On the advice of the Realtor we had yet to hire
Are poking up through the mulch
That I melted snow in order to lay in February
To help our new Realtor
Sell our house and
While I am not sure about the decision to capitalize Realtor
I am sure
As I sit here typing
In the same office I was typing in at this tome last year
That I have no interest
In seeing the mums bloom again this fall
Regardless of who our
realtor
Is

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

I'm Here


Parenthood is about 
Prescience and 
Presents
The most 
Precious of which is
Presence


Seasonal Impatience

flowers everywhere
green grass and buds on the trees
where's eighty degrees

Nothingness

Emptiness I know
I've been in the house
When the monitors aren't just silent
They're off and
I can hear the wind and
The hum of the computer and
My own elbow knocking against the table
I've lain in bed questioning
Every relationship
Every opportunity
Every decision
Every question
I've run through an abandoned military base
Barracks
Commissaries
Air strips
All empty but
All still there
Even if only in memory
I've never
However
Been nowhere
But
I will
Know nothingness too and
That scares me most of all

Monday, April 07, 2014

Hello Jo-Jo Kitty

Hello Jo–Jo Kitty
Are you asleep?
You look so comfy cozy
Your head buried between your paws
What are you dreaming about?
Me?
Catnip mice?
Flying feathers?
A door left open a second too long?
Or maybe
These days
A few seconds too long?
Your favorite food?
The wet kind?
Tuna?
A plastic bag?
You do love to chew plastic
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Sorry
I didn’t mean to say that out loud
But now that your eyes are open
I know what else you like
Let me pet you under your neck
You can just sit and purr
And close those eyes again
Just settle all that matted fur back into the chair
And relax
Little hands and little old heads
We’e a good combination
Aren’t we?
Aren’t we Jo-Jo Kitty?

By: Wyeth and Daddy

Saturday, April 05, 2014

A Shortened Perspective

Childhood is rhyme
Parenthood is prose
Although
The system can be shaken up
From time to time
I suppose

Slow Down and Ketchup

To you
The slower life might have some pop
But for me
Unfortunately
It's slow down and
Ketchup

Friday, April 04, 2014

Selective Vision

yellow. green, blue, white
you don't remember when it's
grey, windy, and wet

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Snot

When a person picks his nose and
Flicks the piece of snot off of his finger with his thumb
It disappears only from his vision and
His mind but
Not from the world
For whatever it's worth
The same is true of
Me and
You



Transitions

The sun now brings warmth
Nap time now brings
One song after another
Down through the monitor
To me
Who needs a radio
Anyway

Transformation and Disguise

Forget the cover
I'm not even a book
Not always
Today
In the park
I was and
I was as advertised
You only had to ask my son to know
It was warm and bright
Jackets were unnecessary
Flowers were poking through the dirt
Fisherman were knee deep in the water
Dogs and
Horses and
People were out in droves and
There was no need at all to whine
Not today
Not with so much to talk about
Hand in hand
Skipping
Sitting
Strolling
Side by side
Like the trash cans
Two nights ago
Out on the curb were I had placed them
Where I was standing
Under a star filled sky
Transformed
In an instant
From short story or epic poem
Now
Back
Mid sentence
Interested in
What
Has already been written
Light years away and
What
Might come next
After me

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Of waffles and pancakes and where they all end up

I doubt they will remember individual pancakes
Last week was applesauce
We've had
Blueberry funfetti
Lemon poppy-seed
Lemon-ricotta
Carrot cake
Cinnamon bun
Oatmeal cookie
Spiced buttermilk banana
Maple walnut and flaxseed
Banana, raisin, and oatmeal
Johnny cakes
Peanut butter
Parsnip
Eggnog
Cinnamon-peach cottage cheese
Gingerbread
Old fashioned potato
Sweet potato
And even
Golden
And
There will be more to come
Even though
All they will remember is
That we ate pancakes
Almost every week
I suppose that's why
Sometimes
When I really think about it
I almost understand the folks who spend their money and time trying to stop other people from getting married
But not today
Today
I made
Gluten free coconut
Waffles