Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The Four Corners Of A Mind …

…at any given moment…

The medication will kick in shortly now…mindfulness, don’t
forget…it’s a tireless treadmill we’re on…the sky is a maw
swallowing colors…if you look to the East…log on…don’t forget
to pick up…what’s so funny?…your meds…waiting…laughing boy…
is a tireless treadmill…with waves higher than the Empire State Building…
hey, there…get in the fox hole!….Arrrggghhhh!!!…tireless…waiting…
are you listening?…look to the North…polar ice caps melt…
did you take your meds today???…wait, what time am I supposed
to be there?…mail, did you get the mail?…tireless…treading…hear…
what I…just said?helloooo…meds?…super position…echoing…
repeating…new location…same…in the South…hurricane surge
is ripping into the coastal region…area…no, region…correct!…
your prescription is ready for pickup…Ding! Ding! Ding!…
did you get all of that?…your Zoom conference begins in
four minutes…take cover! Hide!!…it’s okay, honey, I’m here
now…incipient..void…why did he walk two miles in the dark?…
         don’t leave me here!…looking to the West…
does auntie know you left?…the horizon peaks like
the plumage of an atom bomb blast…nu-nu-nuclear Winter…he’s
running a fever…discontent..of…I ate all the cherry pills…
freezing…tireless treadmill…woozy…catching a train on the fly…
haul it in the yard…he’s coming to!…America Wins The War?…
concentrate…only a minute left…Just need that billing address…
perfect…what? what’s perfect?….I remember you and you…but, I
wasn’t there?…don’t hang up…lines crossed…treadmill 0:00…yes,
         I’m here now…how are you doing?…loaded gun…question…hope
I didn’t keep you waiting…ground zero…I’m fine…namaste.

Just luggin’ that big ole brain like a gun, hey son?…If I die
before I’m born…here, burn the manuscript…postscript…re…
re…that’s supposed to go first…can’t kill what’s already dead.

9.29.22
30 lines … to here …

can’t { justify} … oops!
got left out — Maa-omm!!

running it all back between two atoms
human formatting can be a bitch
keeps you up to 2 am when you gotta be to work by 5

still aiming for a bullseye, when it gets dark
fling the arrow
let’s go home

when did the ‘po-em’ end? begin??
it’s always running

40 lines … to here
Free verse

P.s. for real now:
This is the stuff I wanted to write, experiment with, (still do) when I was discouraged by my writing instructor, who would go on to be a poet laureate and have a poetry prize named in her honor.
I know about all the don’t listen to critics stuff, now. I was young and hung on every word of feedback I could get. It’s what jams my gun, sometimes.
Words could be weapons
I could be using them wrong
How am I to know the difference, then?
Than?
No, then.
Correct!