Posts for June 29, 2020 (page 4)

-” Tsuyoi taifū no sattetta yoru ni
takai biru no ue kara machi o nagameteta
kaze wa mada sukoshi utsurigi de
sarigiwa no taimingu o tsukami sokoneteru
tonari no jūtaku no neon ga kagerō no yō ni yuraita
konna keshiki mitakotonai minarete ita no ni
nanika ga kawatte yuku yōna
sonna ki ga shita atosukoshi de nanigotomonaku kiete yuku
6 gatsu 6-gō atosukoshi de atosukoshi de” 
Eng. Translation:
“The night that the fierce typhoon passed, I was looking down on the city
from the top of a tall building
The wind still a little erratic, tearing at the edge of its departure
The lights of the houses nearby shimmered like through searing air
I’ve never witnessed a scene like, though I was used to seeing it
Something is going to change, that’s how I felt, in a little while
It disappears quietly, June, number 6, in a little while, in a little while”
– lyrics From: “Imaginary Folklore” Produced By: Nujabes feat. Clammbon; Album: Hydeout Productions 2nd Collection

Sometimes it seems like Monsoon
is here to stay in our hearts
a neverending season of thunder and gusting wind
but the summer is young when Cumulonimbus has it’s way

the time will come
when the raven’s song is far behind you
so saddle your horses and stay hydrated
because 
even if we can’t see it
even if I dont always hear you
even if our eyes never quite met
I feel our sunsets calling

and this I’m sure of

One day
the winds will change
and if this isn’t good
I don’t know what is

The dusky sunset of the attic
reminds me of a gin-soaked New Year’s

Red door, closed and locked.
Hat in hand, baggage at my side.
Butterflies and sweaty thighs.
Eyes trace the vintage twists and turns, trod thin and faded.

That elevator ride took thirty years to the second floor, and here I stand. 
What is inside that guides me? 

I breathe in as the keycard slides and then
*click*

Galactic center,
Scorpius guarded gateways,
black hole engine pulse

Cerulean dot,
our great mechanical dance,
whirling spiral waltz

Torrential churning,
hazy heavens hovering
Ineffable scene

Earthly distractions,
obscure brilliant ballet in
cosmic theaters

Forgotten night sky,
symphonic masterpiece calls
out, eyes to the sky

Rain keeps falling,
like the curtains after each
overperformed act you finish.

I will fill the theatre with my silence,
and refuse to give you a standing ovation.

I’ll let the thunder take care of that. 

walk slowed to a stroll by whiny knees, you summon
memories —  dashing down hills to the lake, delighting
in the run back up through the piney woods  

fingers stiff, you marvel that once you practiced
fine calligraphy, decorated tiny hair barrettes with flowers,
joked that you could paint angels on the head of a pin  

in physical therapy for “frozen shoulder,” you recall
being the one in the family to carry packages, rake
leaves, shovel your father’s car out of the snowbank  

let us not bore ourselves with more – the eyes,
the hearing and memory                                because today                                       

                                      as you lift your face to inhale                      
                       the lemon scent of a southern magnolia blossom  
                                                     you can fly

I sit with pen in hand legs crossed right hip silently nagging me about the 30+ years of fitness classes ‘listen to me damn it or I will nag you a bit harder’ I uncross my legs shifting weight side to side Unnoticed i believe by the others in the room Discomfort just moves to the back  Air is chilly as I force myself back on task from a mind wandering to work then home then my recently deceased mother to dog and then back to pen and paper all within a split second- is that 7 seconds in dog years? I am not sure  A quick thought of mortality as I feel the burns on my face from those nasty pre-cancer spots that seem to grow on me like mold on a mushroom  It is summer but it is spring but it is fall but it is summer it all happens in one day in Kentucky  Kentucky where I was born and where I am sure I will die  Ashes jammed into a Diet Coke can and tossed out the car window at 70mph on I-75 where I’ve spent most my life driving back and forth to school home caring for father then mother visiting sister wandering  Pen to paper back to the task at hand  Creating or just pulling thoughts like teeth from my head  Hip nags  I ignore  Pen to paper  Create damn it something thought provoking Too much glare in this room There is a hell it is here I see it everyday Actually I wish I had a Diet Coke right now Focus Focus Pen to paper  Create damn it Whats your problem I sure do miss my dog Its not fair when you meet your person when youre 15 Lifes not fair buttercup suck it up Get over it Jelly rolls Grandmother made those Focus Pen to Paper Create damn it something thought provoking

The upward swing
of a new moon
amps up my twitch.
Jiggle. Wait a minute.
On the downward cull,
I sleep deep and sound.
Now I’m planting until 
the tides come in, and
I volt like an arcing pole,
a wire vibrating,
a filament swiveling
in the corner.

I wrote a poem about being stuck in a half-full plastic water bottle
At the beginning of spring

My head was hurting and the air felt
A Lot like it feels today– 
Humid

The list is long for things to do
And it’s that point of summer 
Where the saying goes from,
“We’ll do that this summer,”
To, “we’ll do that next summer”
And it’s ok

I turn on the faucet outside and hook up the hose
The cold water comes out like a sprinkler
And it feels nice 

Morning walks with slight breezes
And homemade vegetarian tacos
Are the days
 
Tubes of paint and trying to find the best prices for canvas 
Seem to be the themes for business
And my old typewriter is still on the floor of my office 
I still have no idea where to put it
But I love looking at it

I can see the dark clouds rolling toward me
I totally expected them
I could feel them in the air
I could smell the rain coming
I could hear the thunder
I could see the air split with lightning
I embraced the assault on my senses
and let the rain cleanse the earth
and my soul in the process