morning pages 7.30.09

Its!
Terrsday!

and we are wanting to make love
to the day
in a new way
a fool drowning in his coffee and morning news
while the dogs chew
and the dream tide subsides
like ice cream on a hot day
at the zoo
thoughts smell like elephants and hippos
plans are cries of the howlers and gibbons
a spray of peacock feather day dreams

to clear my head for business
of priorities and fantasy
with mowers already roaring
and indoor fountains trickling
and altar open for the blessed ones
and sleep dirt still in my eyes

the republic of one is open for business
the desires of many coursing through it streets
and the guru is just out of reach
so what will we teach ourselves
about infinity
on a thursday
without alms
or an order

just wind
to stable
inside our hope chest
and a deck of fresh cards
to soldier

along the backyard fence
gardens
and undercover
barter
routes
that lead past rope swings
and redneck swimming holes

card board went out with the recycling
like ginger bread
spread with creamy salt water taffy
and pickles
still fresh in their juices

pressed up into a cuban and coffee
always back to coffee

and meditation
on the senses
senslessness
pick a card
joker

wooo hooo