Morning 1-13-2015

Itching for a cigarette
Tweets so far, perhaps five,
Radio plays on NPR
Sports hour unfortunately
Or no, just part of the news
Cards progress good,
None yet today
Coffee with:
Rhodium roses, eleuthero ginseng, cocoa powder, no ground black seed
Mountain rose herbs
New book out, poems: Ziggomatic Keys (*&  Synaptic Syntactic and Really Fantastic  &*) amzn.to/1OEXdZ3
Have fun with that
Project to paper soon
CreateSpace
Super adaptogen coffee
Rhodiola gives it a red color
Need to make new aniracetam pills
Sold two amazon gift cards
And three christmas books
And a need to call UPS recruiter
Life moves forward
I sit in this chair
[Note: also returning for one semester to complete my bachelor’s degree now]

Morning, Bastille Day 2015

The spider drops from the ceiling
Nearly on your face
Then retreats back up
Probably due to cigarette smoke
But does not move far enough from the armchair
Too close for comfort
You knock it down
With a printout of some poems
But you cannot see where it lands
Cannot kill it
It has moved you to your table though
You get to writing much faster
Than you otherwise would have

The basement is not flooded
Although there is a stream of wet across the floor
That will affect the pile of
Already water damaged clothes
That your associates threw down there, uncaring
While you were in the hospital last year

The house is not yet covered in beer cans
They will be easy to remove

You woke up at 5:42 am
But went back to bed for two hours
When you woke again,
Unsure if you would be able to wake up
Or return to bed
But within fifteen or twenty minutes
A cigarette and a small cup of coffee and time
You were fine
The coffee tastes excellent today
The first pot anyway

Your friend’s web design project lingers on undone
Begging either much attention or resignation
But first, writing
There is also grocery shopping and housework to be done
Have I left clothes in the washer for a week?
I must check on that

A study on the radio finds
That a combination of eight good gut bacteria
Supplemented
Improves aggressive behavior and ruminative thoughts
After a month
I must eat more yogurt
And get some probiotics

The sun beams in
I slept through what was apparently
Some heavy rain
It never stops these past couple weeks
More foolish riverside dwellers get flooded out yet again
And it is time for another cigarette and more coffee to be made

Working on a shopping list
Treats to the cat
Classical on the radio
The shirts on the floor from three nights ago
Are still wet with sweat
As the liver detoxifies
Much less sweat last night

What will we eat today?
And I still haven’t got the password to that tablet
It’s a nice morning
Aside from the spider
Helpful though it was

Writing at home becoming a habit
Since I have had no money for coffee shops
The house is still fairly clean
Although the couch has moved again
And I have ice in my ice trays
But not enough milk

Battery charger for the camera permanently missing
But had I had it, I would have pawned it
So we come out ahead there

The cat irritatingly keeps me company at the writing table

Wendy’s

Sitting in Wendy’s killing time before treatment group
I suddenly realize they are playing classical music at clearly audible volume
And have been the whole time
This glades my heart
And slightly soothes my brain
Though my nerves are still frayed from work, traffic, and Maxwell House
A good choice by a corporation
Injecting calm into the frantic American life
But I still cannot wait
For sleep
And morning writing and first coffee again
And pursuit of the wish

Wendy’s

Sitting in Wendy’s killing time before treatment group
I suddenly realize they are playing classical music at clearly audible volume
And have been the whole time
This glades my heart
And slightly soothes my brain
Though my nerves are still frayed from work, traffic, and Maxwell House
A good choice by a corporation
Injecting calm into the frantic American life
But I still cannot wait
For sleep
And morning writing and first coffee again
And pursuit of the wish

Spider Poem

A spider descends

Gripping your attention

Solemnly she spins

Nightly devouring the edifice

.

Life is like this

Restarting with each day

Solemnly attending to morning rituals

Or in a disordered panic to get out the door

.

Spin, my lady, spin

All is open to the sky

Lifting the spirits we dance in octagons

Solemnly we attend

.

On the morrow when you wake

Remember the spider

The spider

Is the symbol of all wisdom

Summer Archives #11

The trailing eyes of the sepharoth note your actions, In their own peculiar way

The tracers – form chains of small orbs – The Iris

turning this way & that -The rapture

of the morning sunrise cannot

be found from them

I know not – what they –

But it is known that they are firm ; – not deviating or meddling from without

Their proscribed areas