CREATIVE LITTER

CREATIVE LITTER

I have to blow through
A lot of fuses, and
Refuse a lot, too,
Burning through
Lots of refuse,
Blowing, burning,
And refusing through
That, too,
Then re-selecting, reworking,
And re-tooling
Even previously-refused
Piled-high refuse,
Re-tooling THAT and
Refusing It YET again,
Hoping to eventually
End up with
Any Old Garbage
I can first refuse
Then, ultimately,
If I’m very lucky,
Dumpster Dive
And pick over
A whole landfill of
Scraps Spaghetti Confetti
To discover a tiny little bit
Of infinitesimal filthy dirt,
Soiled then Re-Spoiled
Enough to actually
Be of Any Use.

It’s either that or throw it on
The Giant Heap of Rotting Trash
And let it decompost naturally.


[PS. Where do you think
I found YOU?]

DEJA VU/MADONNA-WHORE

DEJA VU: MADONNA-WHORE

I tried to spare my More Serious Readers My Darker and Lustier Sides by creating two separate Instagram accounts and separating my poems/accounts as follows:

1. “Serious” and/or “Seriously Sunny” or
2. “Seriously Dark” and/or “Seriously Slutty.”

The end result?

I sound like an irredeemable degenerate on one and a sanctimonious prick on the other.

Once again, once again.

Accounting for Poetic Inspiration

What goes in must come out;
Water in makes water out.
Inspiration results and founts

Watershed words which Spout
And Spew and Fume at You;
No doubt they scare you, too!

But I can’t restrain them
Or strain them;
What I consume
I must refuse, and
LIFO-FIFO is the only
Account of any sense
For my verbal incontinence!

Bopping and Blogging Time After Time

HEY NOW❗️

WHAT’S GOING ON
I agree that most
GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN.

Maybe One Girl doesn’t, but
SHE’S SO UNUSUAL and
SHE BOPS all day.
Which I can only aspire to!

And let’s not forget that
I have a ONE TRACK MIND❗️
So I’ll probably be Bopping Myself soon, too.

Or at least I hope so.
THAT’S WHAT I THINK anyway.

So, I’m hoping you’ll have a
CHANGE OF HEART.

If you recall,
The last time we were “Together”,
I DROVE ALL NIGHT,
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

To get to You,
Many times and
On Multiple occasions.

Regardless of what happens,
I’M GONNA BE STRONG.

However, I’m currently experiencing A Popularity Bonanza,
Which doesn’t change the fact that:
MONEY CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Just as I’ve predicted
TIME AFTER TIME.

Money adds fuel to latent behaviors,
Releasing TRUE COLORS info the Atmosphere
On a daily basis.

THAT’S WHAT I THINK
All over again.

At least according to
My Own Opinion, So Unusual.

THOUGHT BUBBLES… All The Way Up

Inspiration seems to be the Inspiration today❣️

THOUGHT BUBBLES…ALL THE WAY UP:
“Inner Effervesce”

Can’t build Art from Artifice:
The only schools for birthing fish
Are Seas of Vulnerability.
In depths You’ll find the Muse You Hide.
Stimulates Your Softer Side,
Releasing Secrets Trapped Inside.
Unleashed freedom gives Free Reign,
Bouncing UnBoxed Jack Away,
Loosing Inner Effervescence;
Bubbled Thoughts have Much To Say!

A QUICK STUDY!

IN HONOR OF [R, S, T, & U]

She’s a quick study
Whose Understudy
Understands: She
Needs not Study
Or Overstudy,
Study Steadily,
Or Study Readily,
She’s always Ready,
She Studies Steadily,
And studies Regularly,
UnTil You’re Ready
Really ready
To go steady
If Still not ready?
To go steady?
She won’t sweat it;
Won’t regret it.
She’ll just Discredit
With Your Understudy.

(Thanks for the photo, @szvmanski)

THIS IS WHERE I WRITE MY TREATS

Let me introduce you to my dining room:
It’s where I write my poems for You
When I find I’m not supine,
Crafting kernels in my mind
All the day and through the night;
Composing even when I lie
In bed and Grub the song that beckons me,
Woos me ever-noisily,
Gurgles stand me up to seek
Out some fuel till I concede:
“OKAY! I guess I need to Eat!”
This fix fills temporarily,
So I don’t wanna burn my time
On trifles like the food I buy.
The option I prefer the best?
Surprise! I’ve learned to multitask!
Now when I search out my words,
Food’s the only lover spurned;
Ignored in ‘waves and on the stove,
Forsaken for these silly poems.
Do you like the toasted treats,
Burnt and frosted prettily,
I’ve whipped up for you to read?

If not, what do you WANT from me?
I’m not a CHEF and words are FREE.

My Winner

I can’t wait! My favorite is NOT the one I burned the most minutes on!!

It’s the micropoem called MUCH PONDERING and my second favorite is the longer HYPOTHETICALLY.

I’d love to know which of the 6 is YOUR favorite❣️

SIDE DOORS & SECOND CHANCES

I am not the One To Understand;
Nor the One to hold your hand.

I am not the one who Clarifies
For You the secrets in my Mind

Have closed their Entryways to You
Though Chance might leave one open, too.

Or Perhaps a window screen
That you could squash and slither through
To Home your way back to Me?

I guess we’ll have to Wait & See
If we exit separately?

(Thanks for the photo, @moren_xu)

MY FANCY NEW IDEA!

MY FANCY NEW IDEA!

This idea is giving me a reason to take a shower and get myself presentable at least ONCE A WEEK.

If I care enough about my appearance to care about my appearance, which will probably vary week by week, but here’s the PLAN:

• I’d like to create a video, one per week, UNDER 60 SECONDS (I’m going to try to make my lips talk that quickly),
• Reading one poem or an except from a poem or other piece I wrote that week.
• Unconcealing one hidden detail – about the poem’s inspiration, surrounding events, Soundtrack, key players, bit parts, intended audience for
• My Dramatic Intentions, Poetry Readings (!), Jam Sessions, Joy Festivals, Etiquette Lessons, Sage Advice, Classroom-style Teaching, Focused Groups, Remote Village, Oasis, Rabbit Warren, Zip Code, Standing Room Only
• 60 seconds of me having a fireside chat with you,
• AS RAPIDLY AS POSSIBLE
• To try to keep it under 60 seconds
• To read an ENTIRE POEM then share a Fascinating Insight about Said Poem.

Here’s the down and dirty, Friends: I write all day, every day. I don’t bump into Poets at the local grocery store, buying food for their big Poet Parties of Fellow Co-Poets at PoetsRUs or Poets, Incorporated. There’s a glut of Poets because Poet summits the Highest-Paying Occupations Lists every year!! I NEED to talk about what I DO ALL DAY with Another Living Soul.

I’m not looking to encroach on anyone else’s territory, and if your blog DOES spend 60 seconds a week on the topic of MY POEMS, could I at least be a Special Guest?

P.S. I’m going to use the Scarlet Starlet Image to identify these weekly posts because I paid $5.99 for it. And I LIKE IT❣️

CREATION SPEAKS

You’ve probably already discovered that your Creation is Your Subconscious speaking to You:

A constantly-changing message,
Written in constantly-changing code
You miraculously break

At the Perfect Time,
Each Time you revisit it,
No matter How Many Times
Over Time,
Time and Time Again
[Including Overtime].

No More Ms. Nice

I don’t know about You, but I’m SICK TO DEATH of my own sweet poems today!

I only want to spew venom, tear to shreds, and rain on parades until they’re cancelled,

Causing small children to literally Dissolve into Actual Tears.

Just like my OWN children.

Then maybe I’ll be happy,

Though I insincerely doubt it!!

RAP OUT MUSIC

The only thing I can’t do in my karaoke performances, other than carry a tune, is force my lips to follow quick words.

So rap songs are OUT for me;
Though I’ve grown to see the beauty there,
Alive and Wild and True-to-Heart,
Where Before I never thought to Look.

My Spit-Shined Home

This is where I place
The stupid rhymes I make.
Should they score a hit?
I’ll polish and I’ll spit
My Words until they shine
To sparkle one more time.
Should they float and spin?
I’ll spin them Once Again.