Look up! That might be my poem.

I can be whoever I want to be...in my own little corner in my own little room. But there's nobody I want to be in my own little corner in my own little room. Look up!

That might be my poem. for the sidewalk. I do want to say "look up" and maybe one poem will be just that, then another poem elucidating.

When I walked through the botanical jungle,
reading the dedication plaques
she planted this...
he built that....
and I heard but did not see
the kingfisher
(fisher king echoes a mythology not yet apparent in this ditty)
now all these poems already written splash into my head
Drop Dead.
Fred.
Cut it out, okay? I'm all grown-up today.

I can write a poem or a story. I can brush my teeth and clean the bathroom. I can visit Josh and Blake's new baby Celeste. I don't know the protocol. And those bills aren't paying themselves. And the shed oh lock cracker back to Marty..."and what the hell just walked on me?" 

she didn't think it was funny.
Not today. Too hard.

I can do it (anything I need to)
Even if all I need to lift is
the phone.
Heavyweight with Cheese.

Some days we can't lift it.
But we do.
Because we have to.

Says who?

The last mothercunting Who in Whoville.

There. Mothercunting won't be picked up by censors as a curse word =o
lose 10 points, return to GO, Go to jail go
directly
to
jail.

it's no joke if you've really been there. The joke is the surprise of the people exposed to the joke at finding themselves, people like themselves: honest, upright citizens, going to a
hypothetical gameboard jail.

Doing auto-Step 10 (?) Taking inventory of my interactions today with others-- without planning to. When can be done without shame or fear. Put the hammer down.

Do you see what you are READING? Morbid ain't halfway there.

Even you yourself fell out of love with you. You got disgusted.

Inevitable--no match, not even amongst all my selves.

Solipsism. By default due to fear,

You can do anything. Even ask for help. Even become willing. Even turn it over.

Scene: Intimate friend, bottle of whine STET wine...why can't I have this?
alas, Ophelia,
he was not the only fish in the sea.
Sweet princess.
what is this baby to ME me ME?

you are despicable, you are in a web of your own spinning, don't hurt me

okay