Second of July

Outside my window:

• a pear tree that was once thought to be an apple tree (silly me)
• 3 Blue Jays
• a handful of chipmunks
• a yellow finch
• an unknown beautiful bird with deep yellow/orange and black markings.

The back deck is wet and deceivingly slick.

Depth unknown

A night of paralyzing dreams
- the dreams of the dead –
arms flailing helplessly to break through
it is only me here

morning toes – the dream realms slipping
what was it, again? The thing that mesmerized me?
repeat, but not so swiftly.
it is only I that’s awake.

5.5.09
JMG

Lately

Anxious dreams
waking frustrations translated by
ill fitting footwear and slacks
an increasing inability to create pleasing pairs
 
a throb – an ache
the indication of an impending low
perhaps reaching the level of no return
no more good mornings, no more pleasant afternoons
 
this blameless condition
- lacking all sense of upheaval -
has paralyzed me
stealing the last traces of hope.
 
JMG
4.22.09

Again I awake to this

Throbbing made worse by waking,
movement,
breathing.

If yesterday multiple attempts were made,
what of today?
Again I am looking for the cause, the reason.

Unable to relieve this menace by absence –
remaining solution: to excise a portion of day.
more restlessness, discomfort, chest tension and despair.

A series more of unrelated side effects:
loss of motivation,
sleep deprivation,
jumbled communication.

Is it in sight?

JMG

Morning in the Garden of Good Intentions

soft pulse
scrambled noise
scheduled attention

caffeine consumption
reluctant shuffling
time delay expanding

good morning!
good morning.
there are no appropriate words to explain

3.6.2009
JMG

Preparation for a move

Stacks layered on stacks
these boxes won’t fill themselves
coffee first, then that.

11.22.2008
JMG

Transient Life

high pitched morning squeal
three squeaking twists of the upstairs faucet
sloshing water and the distant  buzz of our unknown neighbor’s alarm

reminding myself of the temporariness of it all
does not ease the restlessness nor the pounding down the stairs nor
the stomps around the room when we are speak in normal tones

each of us are on the losing end of whatever battle is being fought

11.19.2008
JMG

one year following the birth of our marriage

one year following the birth of our marriage

I’ll have the cracked egg as an omlette –
the blustery winds as the sugar in my tea.
It’s not some sort of magic that last year’s Saturday
is this year’s Monday.

Just think of it as an extra day with me.

11.17.2008
JMG

Terrors

my exhaustion is seeking solace
hot brown swirling a.m. elixir
too often catapulted from unconsciousness

11.17.2008
JMG

Warm-up / snippet

good morning sweet swirling temptress of desire
half here and half remaining in the dream worlds

a  drippy day on the verge of ice
we could march joyfully forward or
contemplate the intrinsic desire in community

11.15.08
JMG