Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Shooting eggs with guns


photo by anna


My doctor says I need to change my diet,
maybe gluten-free, to curb the toxins, of too much
artificial, over-processed
                                          life,
cause we like that,
                       maybe feel that

the flavor
is not good enough, won't last long enough --
so we have to find ways to sustain it,

until coal rims our sockets,
a night-shade deeper than shadow, like a lioness
with belladonna in her eyes

My psychiatrist says "There is a pill for that."
Like an app. Apps and pills, perhaps
there is a correlation there.

My friends say, "That's fucked up."
and are not too far from the truth,
no more than any of us are.

Some days
it seems we need maps, like the ones at malls,
with big yellow dots.

The yellow dots say, You are here.
Of this we can be sure,

the heart makes the simplest things
so damn complicated.

A lost love found me, in you - like it followed
a dotted line across the ocean to the island w/the 'X'
put a spade to earth of my chest
                              until it hit a treasure box,
and opening the lid - flooded me
like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness

I am not content --
                           to be here,
                           a dot on a map,
                           doped up on a pill full with denial,
                           lost in an app, over-processed
                           or artificial,

There is no choice to the madness
that makes me see your face in every scoop of mash potatoes,
lay willingly down on the tracks to feel the hum
along my body as the train
                                         is coming,
build houses of poems to bed down with vowels.
I search license plates for secret messages
to leave on your pillow.

When it rains, my feet get wet    in you
& the sun are your finger tips, (or should it be is?)
I am tipsy,
          I am drunk,
                    I make no sense ---

Then again,
that is this,
love.


46 comments:

  1. Amen, brother. 100% perfection.

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  2. This reads like a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows, so representative of love, erratic emotion and loss of control. I like the thought comparing apps and pills. We fool ourselves, allow ourselves to be lost in a fog of illusion. Good one.

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  3. Wow. You cover a lot of terrain! I especially liked the maps with yellow dot, and lines following "I am not content..." and the license plate secret messages...just full of interesting imagery and word business that works well with Anthony's lines. I sort of think my Adhd mind likes this poem's fullness. Hope that is ok. ;)

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  4. I love how you used the verses of Anthony X ~ I really think we need maps with big yellow dots because we make everything so complicated we are living on over-processed kind of life ~

    I also like how you tied it up to love with an X, opening the lid, and sun are your finger tips ~

    But the best one is the self affirmation of:

    I am not content --
    to be here,
    a dot on a map,
    doped up on a pill full with denial,
    lost in an app, over-processed
    or artificial,

    A treasure to read tonight ~

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  5. "Like an app" ... This is some of the best medicine there is ... "Like a nap," I mean.

    This is so beautiful:
    "the island w/the 'X'
    put a spade to earth of my chest
    until it hit a treasure box,
    and opening the lid - flooded me"

    I really like this, too: "I am not content" ... It could mean so many different things, depending on the way you pronounce the word.

    This is too funny: "There is no choice to the madness
    that makes me see your face in every scoop of mash potatoes"
    Is that supposed to be a compliment? ;)

    The whole rest of the poem takes my breath away. I'd copy/paste it, but that would take up a lot of space. And you know how I hate to do that!

    Oh, I will add this: "vowels" = "V owls"

    Love love love it. And you. Such a wonderful poet. Always. Oh, I liked what you did with the artificial over-processed line. Very clever.

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    1. Seriously. You have to love mashed potatoes.
      It's all about the gravy though.

      Compliment, for sure.
      Ha.

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    2. Well you know mashed potatoes are a comfort food, giving one a sense of warmth..
      so, I guess it is a compliment...love and madness go hand in hand and i guess
      everything gets smashed up inside...

      There is no choice to the madness
      that makes me see your face in every scoop of mash potatoes,

      ok, added my 2 cents...now I am leaving before I make no sense...

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  6. Changing diets, taking pills.....so many ways that people try to make their lives better. And yes sometimes our lives seem to need maps to get us from here to there! I think I would be a bit freaked if I saw someone's face in mashed potatoes though...perhaps the psychiatrist could find a pill for that? No, wait, maybe it is the alcohol speaking! Smiles.

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  7. Fabulous love poem, X! "When it rains, my feet get wet in you" (love that) and I think "the sun IS your fingertips"...you wove Anthony's lines through seamlessly.

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  8. A new favorite, X. So charming, so sweet, so beseeching--and very creative throughout-- the face in mashed potatoes, the bedding down with vowels, the general sweetness-=the map-- a wonderful interweave from here to there--and mainly to the heart. k.

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  9. Well Mr X - This part is gorgeous and I wish I had written those lines...where is that treasure map I would follow the dots to that treasure chest within...

    A lost love found me, in you - like it followed
    a dotted line across the ocean to the island w/the 'X'
    put a spade to earth of my chest
    until it hit a treasure box,
    and opening the lid - flooded me
    like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness

    Oh, and I often read the car plates on my way to work and sometimes I do see a message or two....I guess if one is drunk on love it might be worth a drink or two..

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  10. Oh, wow. To have a love like that, a heart like that! Loved this so much, especially the stanza that begins "A lost love found me, in you"....and every line that follows. Sigh.

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  11. Wonderful poem, so well integrated sentences you weave this thought of what love can do, the walk through Malls and the mashed potatoes.. The pills and apps.. the references to diets.. Truly that is how it is.

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  12. So many fantastic lines here X. I love the comparison of apps and pills that you have made.

    the heart makes the simplest things
    so damn complicated. Doesn't it just?

    A lost love found me, in you - Wowza this line packs a punch and is a poem in and of itself. Inspired work!

    mindlovemisery

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  13. There's no denying, the world IS mad. Easy fixes, pills and apps, but often at a cost higher than their worth. I agree that, to an outsider, love is also a form of madness with uncontrolled nonsensical behaviour - but enjoyable nonetheless, ha.

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  14. Loved that 'digging' up the treasure chest...

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  15. Of course your poem
    is brilliant.. they
    always are to
    me but
    more than
    anything
    else i am
    happy
    to see
    your
    'wife
    Shawna'
    here today
    again..
    i'm just
    in it for
    the social
    connection..
    F poetry
    seriously
    F off Poetry..
    just
    leave
    the Love
    forWards..
    now.. like
    cash
    in
    advance..
    and we
    will dam
    sure
    SHOOT
    EGGS
    WITH
    GUNS
    of
    JOY
    and
    ROSES...;)

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  16. Thank you for sharing this poem for Midweek Motif - Choice. It works! And, ha, indeed the 'emperor' has been included in a couple of my poems of late. He is quite visible, though his clothes are not. But many don't notice, so it's okay. Smiles.

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  17. "A lost love found me, in you - like it followed
    a dotted line across the ocean to the island w/the 'X'
    put a spade to earth of my chest
    until it hit a treasure box,
    and opening the lid - flooded me
    like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness"-- Wow! See... this is what love can do for you... :))) Beautiful poem. I loved reading this and had a good laugh at the choice of power. Wonderful,X!!

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  18. "I am not content --
    to be here,
    a dot on a map,
    doped up on a pill full with denial,
    lost in an app, over-processed
    or artificial,"........love this...

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  19. Map are not for the adventurous. Life is for discovering and being yourself. What a great read this is.

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  20. Oh, you did a wonderful job with this, completely owning it.

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  21. I loved all the lines here.... so many thoughts.....thought provoking.....some dizzy thoughts and yo...it is so good!

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  22. love... the... whole... thing. It shines

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  23. A sweet, sort of intoxicating trip down a dark romantic lane, done up in sterling Xness. I had chosen several lines that reeked of resonance, bordering on brilliance, but he several dozen other commenters had already selected them & made blossoming accolades. I would add that your poetics never disappoint, & I adore the twists & turns of your mind & pen. You used almost all of Anthony's lines, & found meaningful ways of creating a perfect weave.

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  24. Perhaps "There is no choice to the madness ..." but there is choice with that which "I am not content." Must we treat love with the same loss of control as addictions? Most wonderful here is finding the love often lost behind the habits, the deepest love--the kind we develop habits to escape. You express it so well! (I am not so sure it's harmful to have a map out of obsession if it returns you to life. The spot marked by X--even in a name--is only a beginning.)

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  25. My eyes read this as:
    "too much
    artificial, over-processed maybe"
    -- which I also love.

    There is so much truth here. That thing we really, truly are all not all that far from, yes? Baby steps closer...

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  26. Back for another read from Midweek and loved it even more this time. So many wonderful lines. I love the voice in this poem. So many wonderful lines, especially searching license plates for secret messages to lay on her pillow. Lovely!!

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  27. Huh. I search license plates for secret messages too. I didn't know there was another person in the whole world who did that!

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  28. Brilliant writing, X. You give much to think about. 'I search license plates for secret messages to leave on your pillow', that's such a great line!

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  29. Intriguing poem...your writing is to the point and real and honest. Love it.

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  30. Most interesting, face in mashed potatoes....puts me in mind of Close Encounters and mountain and mashed potatoes....but then, we see the one we love in the oddest places. I have a notebook for license plates...when I see an interesting one, I come home and add it. I should write a poem from them sometimes. I wish I had a map to get me places in my life, where I could look down and see the X marked clearly and the ways to get there so I could map the best route there. Really like how you used so many of Anthony's lines in this intriguing poem. The last six lines though - such truth in that crazy little thing called love.

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  31. I really liked build houses with poems to bed down with vowels...is that anything like lie down with dogs and you will get fleas...bed down with vowels and you will get poems....now exactly how do you do that? Another lovely love poem...good choice.

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  32. When it rains, my feet get wet in you
    & the sun are your finger tips, (or should it be is?)
    I am tipsy,
    I am drunk,
    I make no sense ---

    I simply adore this - often in love we end up making the wrong choices for the right reasons. A stunning write :)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  33. Pills and apps--what would life be like without them I wonder, could we standing it when love finds us? When it unearths the r=treasure that we each are?

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  34. ah, apps and pills... both can be addictive as fuck so that's a grand comparison.
    not gonna lie, I like your mashed potatoes line better than the 8 I chose... had to one up me, didn't you? hahah

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  35. I like the way you used Anthony's lines and tied the whole poem to the choice prompt, AND still turned out an exquisite piece of poetry. Such a unique love poem with so many original lines. How wonderful!

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  36. ...and winning the lifetime achievement award in the world of poetry is X

    You remind me of a shoe repairman I watched a hundred years ago, just three pieces of leather and a curved needle and he made a beautiful boot...amazing. You weave, you sew, you turn the phrases inside out and combine them in a design I could never imagine. When I finish reading I am wowed and speechless leaving me with nothing but the thought, Brilliant!

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  37. I agree with your friends - pills are fucked up...the world is fucked up - but sometimes that can work out ok creatively - how many people read the world and relate it to others? I'm guessing those of us who sit silently in psychiatrist offices and then say what we really feel to absolute strangers

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    1. I think that they can help. I have worked with kids that were way over medicated, or where pills were used but without the supports needed to move beyond them eventually. I am not anti-medication as much as I am the use of them with intentionality.

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  38. I like this. Love and the quick fix culture.

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  39. Everyone find something for themselves, pills or potato or love to both...and psychiatrist checking our madness not necessarily after alcohol...~ mic poem.

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  40. Apps and pills, pills as apps, apps as pills, life... You have given me a lot to think about. That was a very good poem. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  41. Indeed, that is love, that indescribable mountain we spend our lifetimes climbing. I love the just-out-of-control sense of this, the glad-to-be-there of all of it, even as it drives us crazy, even as life makes no sense and just gets crazier.

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  42. Hmmm, an App that is a panacea for everything, telling what to eat, what pill to take, what to do when... How we have complicated our lives and how we need to stop, think and go back tot he real basics in order to cure ourselves... Nicely penned!

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