Sta.sh
Mark off the day
when I wander outside
using muddy mole holes
for eyewash
and write it all down
when I no longer sleep
but instead drown awake
in the dark
Put it in sandwiches
all that would choke -
like gravel-voiced grins
from a closet
Dry and caloric
but far from a meal
For my gut is a goner
for sure
Gone to bathe in the rain
As the sea never drains
No tours and
No more
returns
Hose in the nose til the end
of the end
No tours and
No more
returns
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but far from a meal
For my gut is a goner
for sure"
...
or at least one sticks out!!
when I've been ready to murder or self-destruct due to emotional
upset and chemical imbalances, I put "Please shoot me" in the Artists Comments section.
It's a way of logging where my head was at the time the work was created.
NOW February is becoming the "black hole"... all just a matter
of interestingly timed disasters.
Well... you wouldn't believe how many tell me
to go take a walk. I have to be dragged, kicking and screaming to do that -
cold weather or not.
Yoga, I've done in preparation for theater rehearsals at the producer's urging.
He felt it would "get up back in our bodies" so we could gain some
focus on our movements and clear our heads of the day and help our
memory retention along.
Found out Yoga - 'HOT Yoga' - was a good way to warm up when we were practicing in
freezing barns and heat-free lofts.
Some "sunworship" stretches and "downward dogs" stuff.
Yeah.
I should really get back to that.
(soon as my allergies wane a little otherwise my head will explode)
thAt I can live with, instead of dyin' with.