Electronic waterfall.
Zen you can buy.
Tiny.
Tinkling of elf bells.
Chinese water torture.
Tickling trickling.
Unwavering, relentless.
Uncomfortable.
Wetly cold.
Miniaturized peace.
Better than nothing.
Inconstant creek
Sun warmed
Life leaves ripples in the sound.
The water cavitates
Deeper bubbles.
Little granite cave
Darker tone.
Weighty cascade
Runs over boulders
As it pleases or not at all.
Alive.
your hand
fragile
replete with vitality
laced with veins and arteries
padded with springy muscle
elegant bones the support trusses
you own this hand
it will fold whichever way you dream
each digit an extension of your unconscious
this hand can beckon, halt, support, negate
lose balance and it steadies you
cry and it wipes your tears away
All you artists,
let your hands give something form
and watch them express
what you never knew was in you.
All you workers,
allow the tasks to fall into place
marvel at what
your hands have wrought.
All you parents
brush hair, wash faces
prepare dinner
caress the infant
whose first unconscious expression of love
is the grasping of your fingers
in his warm little hand.
We are alive
how wondrous we are
with such capacities.
we wreck, we pet.
We let our hands lead us
these finite tools
a hand’s breadth
a finger’s length
flushed with redness, with vigor
Are we really
made of such things?
Are we really made by them?
Definitely on a silly streak lately. Not one thing I wrote last night made much sense.
The weather affects us all.
Soon the harvest moon will turn
And I will turn with it.
Life is complicated.
I change from dog to girl
And back
But my food choices do not change inside me
And something deep within is alarming.
When I was changed
I ate something a human shouldn’t eat.
My body is a mystery
My dog body doubly so.
Today I’m putting hot sauce on all the turds in the yard.
My human self must train my dog self.
I sit in the yard
Collar around my neck
Waiting for transformation
And thanking God for privacy fences.
Hands
Spreading tree, fractaling humanity
Tips of tips trace gently, massage, explore, withhold
Neck
Miracle of engineering, steel support cables, connection to the senses
Here taste the vibrations of your voice
Eyes
Soft raw secrets
All is bared, reflected
Languid skin, humid aura, belly to belly we share everything
You are everywhere so smooth
Except where you are not.
Muscles
Contract
Arch, tense,
To the breaking point,
Pushing beyond human limits, torture,
Flashes of colors and geometric shapes torture torture,
We are nothing. We are the cosmos
Then
The massive overspill
Pressure eases
Breath returns
Vision lightens
And
You.
You.
You.
I don’t usually post on Saturday but I don’t want to leave that mopey shit up all weekend.
Here is something I wrote long before the blog was born. It’s the weirdest thing, I still love it.
No Martha
Don’t you tell me what to do
I have enough problems already.
Go to bed
And give me your dentures
‘Cause last night you bit me
And it’s bad to sleep with them in.
Take me to another world
A dream
Where everything smells better
And I can jump
Like a gazelle
Do gazelles jump?
They bound
I could bound like one
I could bound through a grassy savanna
Away from the tigers
Away from the bison
Away from you
You disgusting bison woman
Give me your teeth goddamnit
Why are you fighting me on this
It’s like you want to bite me.
I don’t know.
This isn’t how I’d imagined marriage
Maybe next life
I’ll come back
As something asexual
A self pollinator or cloner would be nice
Reproduction
Is not worth
This battle.
Bison woman
I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight…
…YES I got the teeth!
Sweet victory!
Sweet, sweet victory
Sweet dreams
I don’t know
Her teeth
Even when in my hand
Are so strong and square and darkly toned
They intimidate me
Ruminant teeth
Why would the dentist
Choose such a color
I guess he knew what matched her best
It’s more an art than a science
Like much of life
Like marriage
Sometimes brown is as close to white
As you can accept
And that’s not very close to white at all.
Sarah D. Silvey 