This Took All I Have Left Tonight

Final Friday prompted from me I promise

I haiku, who knew? In Know Thyself, Heal Thyself Myself has found home

But this piece shall not stop at my 18th haiku in 3 days since my first thus no longer my 18th haiku is that

what thought repeats in me that befits the Friday prompt?

how fucking far can I push my boundaries as a writer but am I pushing too far too fast in my seeking to be vast am I stretching to thin?

wowsa that just rolled of my silent tongue and while I know the answer lies within i value all of you

haiku has quickly revealed a previously unknown talent in me

but haiku is easy once I got the hang the INTP logician in me follows certain rules easily without losing my nonconformity

can i write other poetry?

does not capitalizing my i’s ee cummings make me?

i seem to have a knack for odes to writers I didn’t know I knew so well

is this free form or poetry?

what makes a poem a poem?

what distinguishes free form from split streams from my split screens?

i read that free form is what ones does when one is blocked — clearly blocked i am not fun for sure I am having

I will land this paraglide through the jet streams with a stream of consciousness i wrote in May when my still healing from the cataclysm brain lacked the discipline to cogently deliver message to reader

first I would like to anounce to you all that this must be poetry becuase Sitara just started such passionate platonic love-making to me that I had to check that the thermostat had not malfunctioned

[last night I was tired and just not feeling myself just not feeling right thoughts of what I could do to stay up later and get the creative juices flowing to get some paint into the coincidences mindscape wafted through my mind so what did I do…………I went to sleep and woke up this morning feeling fantastic and wrote most of the mindscape before the kids came for lunch; except for the few great hours with the kids when I spoke with them more than I have in too long the split screens have been running nonstop sketching out sections of this work and absorbing much from and emitting much into the twitterverse as @solutionman9 who nominated keisha lance bottoms for vice president and let the twitterverse know and then took a medita-nap]

I called that last entry The Sound and the Fury of Split Screens and Split Streams — a few of you will get the ode to Faulkner both in title and style — that was written to friends — here I should change ‘a few’ to ‘most’

Next up unless I change my mind when I pick up again is, drumroll please…………”and now I introduce to you the one and only Billy Shears and his Sgt. Gregorius’ Vast Heart and Mind Club Baaaaand!!”

After a few hours of separate conversations with two of my “soulmates,” namely the could-not-be-more-different-from-eachother-yet-both-are-my-dear-friend sisters JLB [exGF] and PSB [Queer], I re-read and wouldn’t you know it, best laid plans oft revised by this man thus the marching band will have to wait a bit longer past halftime but do not fret the air will still smell of sweet perfume and there will not be fists of rage when we take the stage; that’s reserved for the streets which we must eventually not resign to tribal wars fought by small-minded mice fooled by false gods and instead shall be reclaimed by those of US who breathe Life and Love of the true Gods!! — [this ode to Steinbeck and Faulkner and McLean and Nahko medicine for people inspired by and dedicated to my new tweet friend @BadfishRanch]

[cue the band]

I don’t really want to stop the show, But I thought you might like to know, That the singer’s going to sing a song And he wants you all to sing along, So let me introduce to you The one and only Gregorius And His Vast Mind and Never-Again-Lonely Hearts Club Baaaannd

[I like that better]

Did I just write a long form poem or is it just streams of Conc or is it poems within poems

Anyhoo it’s time to read The Tao of Pooh

Goodnight KTHT friends

au vita zein

YG