Monthly Archives: May 2015

Calling in Sick on a Friday When it isn’t Raining

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Calling in Sick on a Friday when it’s not Raining

 

 

Real change lady shares her corner in front of the Sanitary Market

With me and my hat

Today I’m painting henna paisleys by donation

 

“In this months issue”, chants the real change lady,

“I’m one of the poets- buy a copy only a dollar”

 

We share spanokopita and a chai

My stuff and voice sprawling into her territory

Illustrated vegan cookie recipes

Hand made cards with cat faces and sequins

 

“Summer time and the livin’ is easy”

Ahh! Just like Janis

Elsewhere my files pile and the phone rings like a hungry baby

 

Escape market security move-alongs

Do I have a permit and report my quarters to the IRS

Don’t they know that I’m almost in high demand?

 

Piroski lunches and lattes to go- hey you hang up and listen

Buy a paper, support the arts, and sing along

 

I put out more product: self-published manifestos

Lavender scented jewelry- origami cat toys with dangly ribbon bits

 

Real change lady drops a handful of coins in my hat

As I read one her poems out loud

Voice cracking this stolen sunny Friday

I better dance when I sing “Fever”

People seem to like that

 

pen and ink drawing by Lisa Noble

pen and ink drawing by Lisa Noble

“My Own Personal Animal Kingdom” first published in “Longing for Bohemia” by Lisa Noble

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My own Personal Animal Kingdom

 

 

 

Trapped between a rock and a hard spot

I did what any self-respecting jackrabbit would do

I began to jump up and down as high as I could: up and down in one spot

The disoriented raptor plummeted towards me but missed the mark

Disorient and deflect

Rabbit wisdom; I like to eat like a rabbit

Rabbit serenity; the Zen of twilight at Discovery Park

The trick is to also know the way of the cat

She who knows when to run, when to turn and stand her ground or roll on her back and eviscerate

Sometimes jump up and down (rabbits do very well at job interviews by the way and taking tests with essay questions.

Cats do not tolerate interviews or 9-5 anything.

Although crow like in my shopping habits especially in metaphysical bead shops,

I’ve been know to salamander around Belltown craving chocolate and

Squinting at poetry that I’ve written on post-its

with a blunt Ticonderoga

Until my amphibian disdain for dank weather renders me so sluggish that I drag myself into the nearest fire with hopes of reanimation and mocha.

My inner cat however continues to stalk me

She and I are one; I become the midnight invisibility of my desires.

Running off to join the circus; it’s Saturday night and the big top is full

I am a composed study of flame colored spandex and sequenced georgette

My eyes are orange and I do not have velvet paws

Ladies and gentlemen introducing Sylvia Mahlkinfire

The only flying trapeze-contortionist-magician in the universe!

I work a hundred feet in the air with a flaming net below

You won’t see me jump up and down in one place

I am the dark side of the moon, don’t make me angry mars is in retrograde

And

I’ve been dancing with the cobras since the equinox

Oh man, can I spit far

I purr as I fly tooth and claw over head

You may throw large bills at my feet

And if you must throw Damascus rose petals make sure that they are red

Silence!

I levitate upon a pearlescent sphere to the sunlit side of a total eclipse.

Labyrinth Cat copy B-W

Day dreaming about being one with my inner cat.

Stage Fright copy

 

Sigh…what would be like to run off to Bohemia and join the circus?