living made sense against a senseless world. each moment a firefly encasing light. we are protected. full of meaning we do not die. slow down a sec. come near. it’s you and me. walking through all our pain to better versions of our truth of ourselves.
I want to go into stores and have experiences. The people in these stores they are trained to talk to you a certain way. Make you feel special. What if I want to be treated like anyone treats anyone? Then the cashiers can ignore me when I’m trying to check out, make me go and self-check out. If I put something I decided I didn’t want on the wrong shelf, someone might challenge me. Like I’m real again. I could see the workers unpacking the boxes and go and help them and feel good helping. Wow. I wanna go into stores and have experiences, real ones. I don’t wanna exchange money for a receipt and a smile, how degrading! How about we start haggling and trading? I give you this old Madonna CD for that pumpkin pie? I don’t want my experience to be limited to someone kissing my ass, then waiting like a fool for the chip reader to read my chip. Don’t pull out yet. You have to wait. Sorry for the wait. Sign this, sign that. Do you have a rewards card? What kind of perks are in store for us? The ads and the phones are becoming smarter. I’m the customer. I’m always right. I’m never wrong. Gloss me over. Sugar coat me with Splenda. Pump me full of preservatives. Send me out with my gingerbread house. Then I really will feel special. I’ll probably survive the new year, too.
a flashmob
attacked me
with holiday
cheer
spoiling my humbug
veneer
Oh happy bedraggled
holy days
of three-legged canines
a-hopping behind
humans
Small yet mighty
effort in the rain
We broke the yolk
on eggnog lattes
the last day
of November
Broke the bank
of well-wishes
one day shy of dear
December
Come on, December
come on, now make me cry
you sure aren’t what you once were
when i was a child
And you. And you. And you
may you have
what i have not
Simple ordinary days
i share with you
leftover turkey in
the pot
Happiness? abundance?
I really hope they are!
If it helps
i can sing some xmas songs
on my guitar
For those left in the margins
i will turn it up a notch
awash in lonely visions
drowned in single malt
scotch
it is you whom i believe in!
my extra-ordinary bees!
it is to you my prayers go out while
down
upon my knees
Keep busy pushing visions
upon the streets tonight!
keep faith. keep faith. keep faith
everything comes out the wash
all right
I will be beside you
making colors!
out my mind!
With faith
we face the void
together
Though apart…
you are always
in my heart
K IS SILENT 