totally in tears

I see your face
You ask me how I am
A quiver in my lip
and your answer not too far

How do I get to nearly in tears?
How do I get to nearly in tears?

In your doctor's office
or anywhere that cares
give me all your tissues
cuz here come the tears

I hear about people nearly in tears
But here am I, totally in tears

How do I get to nearly in tears?
How do I get to nearly in tears?

How do I let go, release all these fears?
How do I get to nearly in tears?

first snow

We are having the first snow of the year in these here parts.
It's nice to know nature doesn't give a fig about the ominous crap going on with the dictator president and complicit republican party in my country.  Currently, the guilty are trying to find a way to stop the investigation on themselves and relinquishing passes on Jim Acosta, one of our prestigious journalists.  The level of danger keeps mounting.  I find myself babysitting Twitter a little more once again.  I managed to shut it down for the night, but I kept going back to my phone, but not to social media.  A poem kept running through my head so I had to document it.  Here's the poem I'm working on:

American Agrimony

Leaves
I don't know you or agrimony
Do I fit the profile?
Extract, essence
Surprised by my cinquefoil roots
So, so many roses
Somewhere on the sad clown spectrum
Yet not occult
Someday roaming for barren strawberries
Laughing over the hill

Luteal Phase

I no longer need this shame
Aim is exercise my demons
96 tears on my pillow
I'm a woman, man
I can't spare a square
I wad up these memories like rough drafts
And watch them burn bright as I toss them through my
self-styled force field
Even its ash can't penetrate my atmosphere

If you men had a luteal phase
I bet you'd've sung a song about it long ago
It took me til I was 42 until I knew

My cycle's on haywire time
My cycle's on haywire time

I'm edging past my prime
oh.
oh, how sublime.

Ode to Dandelion

It is my job to propagate you
how could I not?
you give everything
two showy blooms
one of gold and one of wishes
toothy leaves and deep roots that nourish
The wind, children and I will ensure you flourish

I see

So this is how this animal gets made?
I'm sharpening everything
everything is splayed
my accumulation is a riot
spilling out all over
no more free smiles
no more free breaths of fresh air
all my joy hidden for a select few
giving evil eyes all around
until I root all you fuckers out

Oh My Poetry

Did you ever watch a cicada
fly to a destination?
Erratic melody
to a vine dusted, glen'd tree
My brain is buzzing
and a blaze of electrical spinal fuzziness
effects my being
There's a song here
There's a song in everything
My song is funky, freaky with continual changes
I need to relax it into a
never-ending, well thought out, jam session
I look at wet grass that changes the color of my eye
Chameleon eyes bring a trippiness to my thinking
I turn to a drippy stone
I don't know why this isn't a poem
or why it is
I saw a hummingbird shit over by the lilac
These things interest me.

To describe the weather

One big current
Split by friction
creates one big pressure
differentiated by containment of the ceiling
unseen source of warmth
radiates from the iron laden nucleus
out of the band of tropics
Heat rises
clouds form from
excess moisture
space and earth fumes dance
in the atmospheric pressure
little pockets of weather
are born across the globe

two poems

LOOK IT UP

I look it up
I google
I moon and swoon
Randoms
That is the key
Popped in Brain?
Goes on page
Who Now?
What Now?
Where Now?
How Now?
Brown sow
Look it up
Ahh! so that's why
so and so
Yes, that's nice,
But...
What?
What the hell are you looking for?
Enlightenment?
Knowledge.
Of how our world was
And what it could be.
Why?
I want to get a feel for what I'm roaming in


NORMA NAPIER

Mining all the elements
Universe
Earth
Water
Land
Plants
Insects
Animals, et cetera
History of my human brethren
Through the ages of time
Effects we have on our home planet
the Built land, Destroyed
and built again.
Not long ago we _____.
Norma Napier
grew with these
Phases of Entertainment:
Invention of Radio, TV, Computers and
on and on
and on an' on
We are a specimen in the works.