Friday, August 24, 2018
8:43 am to 9:06 am
by Scott McLean

finger-rolled
my way
to outer space
wasn't sure that
I could get there
past the outer place
she left me
she won the race
I wasn't running
Love ain't no fun run
I'm out of air
winded, back to
the woman driving away

heart side
of the dark
ness, but don't say
bless, gosh my OH
there's nothing I'd
like to know, a-Ho
no, my still life
crosses the finish
lines intersect
rarely continue parallel
i collect memories
like the trading cards
few are well-centered
or in mint condition
without  morning coffee
i'm feeling amorphous
and emotionally
sprawling out all over
like a metropolis
i think my brain
is also a victim of
urban chaos
but that's to prove
love doesn't have
a building plan
other than
turning what was
a happening

Note:
at
9:04 am
my clock
(8:50 am
 kitchen clock)
I decided to end it
there. I couldn't think
of the right words to end it
and think this is more original
with no ending.
Note: "finger-rolled my way
           to outer space was a reference
           to playing piano a few minutes
           earlier this morning.
 

can you knit

the bramble

can you knit

the stars

I put some-muh

my notes on omicron

oh-my-gosh

those flowers splash

fuzzy fringey puzzle

border pieces

as orangey, first be-gun

my head's looking like

an ancient sculpture

a bit too much for

random hats

not large enough

to house my modern

    adventure

these brilliant glowing

petals are purpose enough

to be-Fun i love when

they smile , feel file

don't stuff your feelings

let's like love awhile

and need want and

want needs marketing

science should shoulder

some responsibility

but it probably won't

don't count on it

to come through the

procrastination

we need flower splashes

to stay strong not tough

inner beauty can be

not to be isn't possible

bring it in instead of gun

bomb and i and "me, me, me"

proliferation

stop the killing ambition

the most divisive recreation

live a little more of the L word

LOVE the only one worth capitalizing...