ME......( Metaphysical Evaluation )

[saw]

I believe in reason
as long as it's not too corrosive

I'm starting to wonder
if the notions, "normal" and "alive"
can function together in harmony

what if normality is merely living death ?
what if zombies are not really the living dead
what if they are really the living-half-alive ?

it's reasonable I suppose to follow
in the paw prints of events at a safe distance
behind the grizzlies and wolverines
but ....without a healthy dose of madness

there would be no initiative, no enterprise
no vitality....lunacy demands action
forces us into adventure, and when it cannot
be found we return to our happy vegetable life

without insanity we tumble toward absence
drowning in fountains of safety, shrinking up
wrinkled, cowering in the blackness
of basement conformity

looking over
our shoulders, feeling the walls for a door
flinching at beams of light
intimidated by mice




**this was written a long time ago....before carbon dating....ha ha....maybe 35 years ago ?
I dunno....it turned up in a box of old stuff, as I've been trying to pare down, and not leave an impossible mess for my children to clean up one day....they shouldn't have to pay for my madness....keeping scraps of this and that...things I find in the street that I plan to use in an art project one day.....sadly I've passed this affliction on to my daughter, who now brings me things She found in the street

[the mingo]

sadly I've passed this affliction on to my daughter, who now brings me things She found in the street

Ha! and it's exactly what ya deserve too !

[saw]

mingo said, "Ha! and it's exactly what ya deserve too ! "


I suppose you're right.....

[judih]

lucky for me
my need for endless bits
ended with me

but wait, grandchild to come!

[saw]

uh oh judih,, it could skip a generation....look for early signs ( so you can encourage it..ha ha )

[leafsailors ghost]

I have found the writing wonderful (if for no other reason you saved it) a fine read .It is so interesting that the mind is so curious ,wishes to saves bits of paper and rocks ,driftwood being poetry in time. I scatter mine about, I leave poems in books and such . Turn around ,write some more .I have a driveway full rocks I pick up and bring home from the beach,I look at them under a stereo microscope they are full of tiny fossils . I will gather up a hand full and show folks. They come up from deep beneath the sea bed brought up by oil drilling rigs off shore ,marine life fossils millions of yeas old. But also bits of nano technology very similar as ours to day.strange bits of copper where you never find any , glass threads , bits of diodes ,sylica chips. When you instill joy in discovery and curiosity you help heal the world I find . " gather your songs before you cast them to the wind, sing them to the children.Your story of your poem brought the above to mind .