rambling poetry for the afternoon

to today, the post office, and opportunity:


the papers are in sent with plastic and media
sticky taste of the edge of envelopes
not yet opened, nobody knows what's inside
inside my car i smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth
which lingers of sticky envelope edges
and words from pages from thoughts in my head

this is the black squirrel running in my back yard
and the gloom of clouds unburdened by one break in the fabric
covers our heads, rains on our flower beds bringing them
squishy satisfaction in their nutritious mix of worm holes and nutrients

a bowl of cereal satisfying 1.5 grams of fat
160 calories for me please, make that 2 of these
and life is poured into a bowl
death cereal is in the back room illegally sold
make your choice, free your soul of the qualities
inequalities monstrosities a lot of ease
as the breeze freezes animals in their holes for a winter without needs

soon lights camera action
what will she say to attract them
to look a little deeper to see that she's found him
not the boy of her dreams, or the man that redeems
but somebody named peace sitting beside me
making loneliness and being alone feel like a symphony
of what i think i know, and how i think i know it, and when and why i want to show it
to whom and for what
the bolts and the stuff
of everyday, holding time together on a string
swinging back and forth
and it works and works and makes us work
for the time for conforming minds to fit inside the pendulum
to stay inside the world of them.

outside its gloomy and the taste of sticky envelopes lingers
the mail man must think about these things quite often
millions of enveloped sealed and re-opened and hundreds of people left
with that residue of glue and all we thought we knew the day we decided to communicate
something different in the fate of one afternoon.




(posted because sharing is caring),

jodi