Y’All mean well but you have no idea how hard I have tried
Now it is time to just give up the ghost and see what happens
Today I go to a DNA lecture Sunday a Sierra Club Parade
Just an empty hull walking in death, where is HE? Good Grief.
Hoping that I would hear the latest CSI DNA technology
Instead it was a pencil pusher for the coroner’s office
Good Grief
Do you miss your cognac on January 19?
Could your ghost smell the 3 roses laid?
Was writing your happiest life or was your
dark writings what you had to do to live
Wiggly warts, I do think ye protest too much
you know that I am living rent free in your head
Attaching is a nice thing to do, leeches love it
You know that you love attaching with love the best
Dripping with the river’s waters on a Yellowstone morning
Heavy wool drenched and steaming in the cold air drying
Most serious tasks and feats in bringing the young safely
No contemplating that life is unfair or beyond one’s abilities
Get away, with your animal dressed as a martini
The joke ended Suicide Hotline Pakistan: “Can you drive a truck?”
Librarians that Shh me because I need to take a quick call (like whispered)
Text from a guy I don’t want to talk to, but he thinks he is too cute to resist
Liars, that raise such a fuss about their idiot ideas, they believe themselves.
Hemmingway would love the green chili burgers in Laguna
Edna St. Vincent could pen a masterpiece of blueberry pie
and wash it down with a stiff bourbon eggnog with Mr. Poe
The Beet generation was a perfect Ginsburg borscht
People, people everywhere and not one in my tribe
Lonely times, but no more fellowshipping with aliens
Placed the pumpkin from Taos and the chili ristra
hangs from the doorway. He laughed when I asked
if he was ready to be probed for research purposes
Remember that I am not Angry, I am excitable
This week a woman from HI sent me a message
that she was in town to walk the Susan whatever
Then I sent her my number to maybe have coffee
She sent a message that “I should Go Girl” and
then I almost went, but I thought better to just stay
Who wouldn’t fall in love with a man
that photoshops like this jewel, Jule
Julia, it is so raw and the gizzards
are what I feel like today, cold and
visceral, essential and yet not functioning.
The clothes that can’t be organized or given away
are heaped on my bed subject to more procrastination
while a week ago the room was candlelit and seductive
Stop asking me to touch you, you’re such a simple one
My accumulation can’t be cleared by just any lover
