When Totems Collide

WHEN TOTEMS COLLIDE –  1/29/22

Calendars are fetishes

We wear them for the same reasons

Totems are grounding

Stabilizing

Organizing

Isn’t that the definition of calendars?

Now you wear time on your wrist

How could anything else work?

We hid our power in the creases –

Power now inked upon the skin

“Wearing your heart on your sleeve”

Was less obvious in my day.

Secrecy as currency

Dispensed for display.

UNTITLED – 2/12/22

She lived her life in minutes

While hours thundered by

Sometimes attentive, she slapped flanks to hurry their

Return to pulsing seconds.

We almost galloped ourselves

Until age returned us close enough

To beginnings

To make a study of time worthwhile.

HEART, CAN WE TALK?

I don’t know if you’ll cause my death

Or if I just will dismount one day,

Handing the reins to some alter-self

What I know is I’ve not been Here before.

The world gone kaleidoscope, & calliope,

Altogether widdershins.

When that Spiral only goes two ways –

SO, IF I’M NOT ROCKING SIN, I’M A SAINT?

METRICS

I understand why

That card reader

Said the word, “Posthumous”

When I questioned Fame.

My timing began to stagger the 2^nd time I broke my right arm.

Repetition never bores a universe.

Destined to “repeat it?”

Or did I just replay it

To see if I’d missed much.

CONDENSED

As I was, I folded up even more

Squeezing off fear of death,

Entering that perpendicular

Funicular

Up

It didn’t happen the next day, though

Actually, a decade went by

Before I unpacked it fully.

Sitting as it was, on the suitcase stand in my room.

ONCE UPON A TIME OF EVER-AFTER

We were crowned with living butterflies

Stars winked in eyebrows

Powers transported us with leis

Of lily & frangipani

We rose into that eternal clarity

In full power & reason,

We sailed easily into that divine

So promised.

I’m headed back there now –

Having seen enough here

To know I need to maybe think it out again

Playing “hide & seek in the desert”

Never sequoia, only tumbleweed.