Friday, January 14, 2011
Alien Invasion -- Poetry 2011
Rain soaked cat scrambled across
heaps of unfinished projects; her screams
only made the cat race faster scattering
sketches, paintings, cards, canvas.
Throwing up her hands, she was done
unlocking possibilities; following erroneous paths;
being swamped by “what if” distorted outputs;
sinking in unfinished creations of “why not try”;
scooping the cascade of visualization, she
unceremoniously loaded the recycle bin
with dreams, hopes, creative thoughts.
Pouring Bailey’s Irish Cream into her coffee,
she plunked down to watch the Price is Right
with an almost dry cat curled up on her lap…