besides work there has been alot of crazy art ideas and attempts at making travel plans... happily it's been enough to keep me out of any real funk!
i've even managed to find a little bit of time here and there for socializing! oh and did i mention i'm an aunt again! yuppo! i got to be involved in another amazing birthing session! WoW what a busy girl! there's even been some writing accomplished!
last night was a good night for drunken poetry apparently...
as i was going through my bag i found all sortsa little notes and prose written in my sloppy scrawl!
i remember the actual physical action of writing it all, i just didn't really rememebr what i'd written, but i think thats usually how it is for me drunk or sober when i am taken by words and thoughts.
i dunno that anyh of this can be considered poetry neccesarily but enjoy:
When did my Sunday nights end up with me
watching robo cop sequels and eating steak?
how many men dream of this
with a platinum haired woman to share the experience?
I ignore the empty seat across from me
and watch the depressed waitress instead
moving rythmically but somehow lifelessly
from task to menial task
my only real thought
aside from the usual observations...
man i hope my racks that nice at 40!
the other mad scribbling i found was math all over sticky notes, when i put them in order it all makes sense ( i was figuring out my hours for the last two weeks and then my paycheck, taxes, overtime and all) and i guess the amazing part is that even drunk it was all correctly done! so here's a little TMI that i am sure some of you already know but it's related to what seemed the bulk of my legible writing last night
numbers run through my brain exciting my nerve endings from the head down
i wonder what advanced proofs feel like in this state
is that why my lips feel as if they've been recently kissed?
is this how i managed to make it through highschool sober?
oh how the long division makes my toes tingle
i'll only let you guess what multiplication does to me
each decimal place a little smile
the men on the bus stare at me wonderingly
i try to stick to addition for the rest of the ride
but my mind wanders to square roots
really? square roots? yes, not the cubed ones.
from there i can only think about how i need to dye my hair again
this triggers the random association patterns in my brain
i let them take over and recall that someone tonight was talking to me about my hair
they suggested i start sending out memos on my plans for it,
because apparently no one can keep up
my poor ever changing coiffure
i suggested maybe instead of memos on my hair he should just attempt to see me more often...
ahhh and now my toes are tingling again!
maybe it was the thought of fingers in my hair
maybe a stray equation bubbled to the surface
either way it would seem numbers are a poor substitute for human interaction