Day: November 13, 2015

stuck
injecting
in a tiny trap
house
on a green
island
raining
a jungle of
cable
internet a
septic
tank
I run a
maze
grow bananas
wait
for delivery
departure
line up
for my plastic
sippy cup
eat
pancakes
stack
lion’s mane
Bromantane
for breakfast
nootropics
family
replacement
new tropical
smoothie
maker
I’m a
prime member
of the Amazon
my work
in the garden
a duck pond
an empty
kiddy pool
over it
an antler
bromeliad
sprouting
hunting trophy
a certification
of my triumph
and
the plot
next to it?
my head
repatriated
from my tail
still moving

coriander snow birds
mix with oglers
meet up with like minded
nomadic horsemen
go west – fly south
decommission a bus
ex-communicate family gridlock
once the map of Merry Pranksters
now’s RV’s and hook ups
brought the wife
cat turtle bird dog
not a final frontier
this capsule’s our life
some cowboys tape back
packing electrical
follow the rodeo
challenge the bull
others say aloha to family
watch the embers die
the plugins
antenna’s sticking out
of their heads
pitting their circle
making some burner’s wish
they would just quit
now
fucking up their view
even before they’ve departed

In our home we started a tradition that when we feel like yelling or code to shut your mouth (which I learned the hard way, just ask my husband haha!), or anything that will go downhill we say BROCCOLI to each other to keep us grounded and get on the right track again.  Corny but it works.  My husband just used it on me last night at our neighbors 😉