this is it. self-sabotage

When she slips in the shower I slip away from her,

leaving her uninspired.

She has no idea that she has no ideas.

Until she sips on her morning mug, 

brewed battery black, 

and the ideas she doesn't know she doesn't have don't come.

And while her pen hovers over the page,

a nervous parent,

caffeinated words jitter into corrosive lines.

At this time, the grandfather clock whispers to our bellies.

I apologize for leaving her empty-headed, the grand piano watches in silence.

After we feast on green grapes and ginger snaps

she is full of me.  Her pen spills.

self-sabotage is a serious addiction: draft two

sometimes i slip away from her as she reaches for the green grapes

her stomach grumbles as lips purse around sour sucklings

she cant possibly communicate and masticate at once.

hordes of decorated humans speak aloud about 

the weather

and the traffic

a careless hard-boiled egg toss of phrases;

what a shame, all this rain

she has no idea that she has no ideas

sated bellies settle after the hors'derves   (sp?)

i apologize to her

we cheers with glass after glass of fermented reds

we nibble on grape after grape from the fresh fruit plate

until finally the feast of words ensues,

she is full of me

and filling you.

following, check

what are you doing?

you must tweet at a time like this!

no need for tic tacs when you communicate

through

touch tones and texts

no touching, no context

we are going no where

we are going insane

we are going internet

the now networks cater to Generation immediate gratification

i have it in the palm of my hand

i have it in the pocket of my jeans

i have it in the purse on my shoulder

i have a palm, a pocket, and a purse -

but i have no idea what i am doing.

what are you doing?

commet modernation

i miss being really really young.

kids menus and booster seats, OH to be

smaller sitting higher eating less and getting away with more

childlife.

it's been some time

some time it's been

let's make some noise

deep from within

almost a squeal

not quite a yelp

rurf muff rawrf - -

if they say "hey babe,"

just stay away...

we should paint the sand different colors

to let the world know where we've been

here, there, everywhere in between

sand dunes and looney tunes

i saw your face in the clouds

the man in the moon told me not to trust you

so i told him to make me

a

peanut butter and jelly sandwich

and he said "hey babe,"

and suddenly i was no longer hungry.