WHARVED

(1) Don’t Want to Write–I’d Rather Be: Staring

Staring off into
an endless void
of forgetfulness and
fulfillment of purpose
through the simple act
of living
on this stage of consciousness.
Everybody else
around me may strive
for material goals,
and I lust
after similar things, but
my ultimate actions
do not
indicate that fact.
A busybody is one
who always
needs something
for their hands
to accomplish, even
if their constant enthusiasm
for productivity
impedes social or professional activity.

That Sound Is the Rain

The rain
is not profane,
although
it won’t abstain
from running down
the drain,
a sound
that won’t refrain.
It drives the soul
insane.

Drawing Thoughts

This is a spur of the moment description
of how I like to draw and why.
I remember I recorded it around a year ago,
and listening again has inspired me to keep on chuggin’.

I’d Rather Stand

Hamster wheels sinking in dump muck
don’t generally sound like a wise investment,
but this raccoon doesn’t think so.
His hands, those hands that make you think:
“Well isn’t he just a cute little guy!”
pry at the wheel to dislodge it
from under a dishwasher, and his back
looks tighter and tighter after every attempt.
I would go over there and help him,
but I’d rather stand on the asphalt
with this voice recorder and make fun of him.
The thing probably has rabies anyway.

What would a raccoon want with a hamster wheel?
He’s obviously too big for it
to fulfill its intended purpose.
There must be some kind of intrinsic value
to a cylindrical mass with steel bars
for one circumferential wall… sometimes
I think animals could have heightened motivations
for developing monetary systems and markets
to share their ingenuity, and–oh wait,
he just likes it because it’s shiny.

Advanced Algebra

If, tomorrow,
I started
a collection
of dried grass
clippings,
how many
would I have
by the time
I die?

Here’s to a Better Tomorrow

The blank page intimidates even the sturdiest stalwart of the written word, and I am no exception. I always have some kind of phrase rolling through my head, and a majority of those would be good to record and expound upon, but I rarely have the energy or simple chutzpah to begin that act. I don’t know quite why, honestly, because every effort in this field effectively solidifies my place in the writing world amongst other people with whom I would love to someday meet and swap ideas.

Can you imagine a world where transportation were not an issue, and everybody can be close to everybody else at the drop of a hat? I know it’s coming soon, and I’m wagging my tail. Whenever I make social plans of any kind, the foremost question in my head is usually: “How far do I have to travel, and will it be worth the time?” It’s not that I doubt the sociability of my friends, I would just prefer not to exert so much energy in order to cross their thresholds when I could be sitting and writing with a mug of green tea.

I hope to see the written word become the closest equivalent to currency as my life progresses and our world becomes ever closer to enlightenment. No, I’m not too much of an optimist to think that everybody can eventually work on the same ideas and goals for a peaceful and virtuous world of sharing ideas and things with everybody else. I really do believe in this race, and if we get rid of the root of all that is evil (corruption and greed stemming from applied monetary value to chunks of ore and ground tree pulp), we’ll make a huge step in the right direction for people to grow regardless of location, color, beliefs, sexual orientation or ANYTHING else.

Two Kinds of Poems

In my writing and reading experience, there seem to be two main schools of poetic operation.

The first combines extensive research and unwavering editing, always intently paring down the product to the point where it may become unrecognizable from the initial idea, and usually the result of all that work is a beautiful nugget that makes readers scratch their heads in wonderment.

The second is an organic process in which an idea may have been conceived before writing, but every word put down holds a new possibility for the very next word, and the process continues until the writer feels the image or message has been achieved. This method takes much less time, and in many ways meets or exceeds the quality of the researching and agonizing.

I prefer to write in the second style, but if I get a must-write idea that requires further thought, I’ll be voracious in my research and try for a polished product.

How can you not love poetry?!