Monday
Friday
Thursday
This Is Happy
Destinations of far Destinations of near
Places to go People to be
Hopping from dot to dot to dot to dot
Connecting and disconnecting as [it is]
necessary and appropriate and convenient
ways to open and close our selves
to mutual counterbalancing of joy and suffering
The demands placed on each other
are the demands placed on our selves
Holding our friends as mirrors selectively gazed
Reserving all rights to judge and of jury
Everyone ranked and ordered databases
continually re-sorted to maximize self-protection
Fortresses constructed of butterfly yawns
Declarations indelicately declared finally
Here is the place to be This is what was built
No more just outright derision over minutiae
or babysitting fragile emotional well-beings
We arrived when we were born to wealth and
privileges unknown anywhere else ever again
We squander it all this is happy
Wednesday
Tuesday
Up in the Attic
Sudden realization that nearly everything built
is suddenly so very wonderful and complete
in ways only theorized back in the corner days
Better and better as planned improvement
Renewing dedications to essential ideals
Dragging paces downward through discovery
A veteran professional patience for
sifting and discerning trash or treasure
Awareness of the noises but prisms filtered
Each day is step number one of step number one
Building up and tearing down on loop
Appreciating supporting shaping owning
Brush aside the myth of Sisyphus
because we are better and better as planned
This is the new way to conduct business
And do exactly what we wanted to do
Attic Day, 2013
Monday
Tuesday
[Originally Untitled]
This nonsense about thinking “outside the box” is in my brain again
What fucking box? When did boxes appear in the paradigm?
Whom can we all thank for this now metaphor universal
For it is such a lovely romantic thoughtful imaginative…box
Not a boring confining limiting claustrophobic…box
Tired conventional and worn business-corporate splutter
I know it - I invented a lot of it - I can talk it - I can hear it
Ways to say nothing without meaning anything ever – at all
Or at least any one specific thing ever – at all
Circles and loops like a giant wooden seaside roller coasters
Maybe then we need to be constructing actual boxes
Specific boxes to sort and store all the crazy shit those
“thinking outside the box” types litter and spew for instance
Many magical boxes to archive and hide our losses
blemishes rejections and tired metaphors universal
Wanted: boxes
and plenty
all shapes all sizes
just get the boxes over here – hurry
Give me life liberty and a lot of hearty boxes
Places where I can manage my dignity and creativity
Where my stored youth and vigor hibernate
Intermittent access to all my lovely lovely adventures
I am in my boxes and my boxes are in me
A long life that of amazing events and moments
stored in many many boxes on many many shelves
Archives of our living here for brief moments of history
Breadcrumbs of secrets and deeds
constructing and controlling our own personal narratives
Boxes that can be locked and protected
Cherished or forgotten or rediscovered
Our records and stories filed and exhibited as chosen
Arranged and re-arranged and re-re-arranged again
Customized until right…thinking “inside the box”
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