putting off things

moments of panic

injustice strikes at the heart as readily from the 19" lcd
as from the windscreen of the newly leased prius
that has just pulled out from the crack-free drive
in the leaf-free subdivided landscape

the slam into the side of the incredibly quiet vehicle
is as loud as the invective that comes from the frustrated
typist as the message comes in through the pixelated
oracle: we're sorry, we do not recognize your password

and slam! everything inside suddenly and irreversibly shuts down
the heartbeats go still as the thoughts and possibilities
go still as the fingers clench and unclench
and things get thrown everywhere

and i know a fatal car crash is far more serious
than writer's block or a lost password to a blog account
but after so many hours of crime dramas and tedious
contemporary poetry...it just felt right.



geo
july 09

that's a decent draft that almost qualifies as automatic, though i haven't written automatically since i had more than an hour spare to just SIT

the hands are slower
the back is less supple
the eyes require just a little bit more time to shift from near to far in sight
and the handwriting
well, the penmanship classes recede like yesterday's buzz: as wonderful then as hoped for now with all the pain in between merely the price of admission

i know there is a book in me somewhere

i'm going to blow bubbles again saturday night
spread mulch sunday morning
water the plants when they thirst

eat and drink my fill
love my family