Case of the Mondays

The poem I planned for today,

Is really perfect for next Thursday.

Instead of sharing one I’ve already got, 

Here’s one from the press, steaming hot.

See, I have ideas with deadlines to meet. 

Hell, I even made a spreadsheet. 

But yesterday I gave myself a little nudge. 

And allowed my rigidity to budge. 

It made me present during my morning wander, 

Grateful that this shift allowed me to ponder. 

To contemplate life’s timing, 

And words to use so this is rhyming. 

Then I hear a Crow above it all, 

On a telephone pole. She had to make a call, 

To someone that is long distance, 

For in her heart is their only existence. 

You can hear it in her caw, 

The grief is still very raw. 

She must have lost them years ago, 

Because that's how it goes, you know?

Ask Siri: Darkness

Me: Hey Siri. What do you do when you want to spend the next few hours sitting in your zero gravity lawn chair in your backyard with the sun at your back while simultaneously sitting inside on your bolster with a bowl of snacks, slugging a seltzer, and working on your jigsaw puzzle? 

Siri: I am not sure I understand. 

Me: Thanks. That wasn’t very helpful. 

Siri: You’re welcome. 

Me: So, a few conditions have changed and I need to ask my question again. 

Siri: Ask away. I’ll try again. 

Me: What do you do when you want to spend the next few hours sitting in your zero gravity lawn chair in your backyard with the sun at your back while simultaneously be sitting inside on your bolster with a bowl of snacks, slugging a seltzer, and working on your jigsaw puzzle when you’re feeling snacky, you’re starting to have the light tapping of piss approaching, and your seltzer is nearly gone? 

Siri: It depends. 

Me: It depends on what? 

Siri: The position of the sun. 

Me: Well, that’s a question I’d probably ask you. 

Siri: I cannot see if it’s shining or set, so I couldn’t tell you. 

Me: Doesn’t a weather app tell you the time of the sunsets? 

Siri: Yes, but it doesn’t tell me when it’s that feeling that as the sunsets, it exudes this sense of being on the brink of something fucking huge and this passionate tension fills the air where all the colors go towards it until that moment where the very next blink of your eye, they’ve become one beautiful color:

Darkness. 

Siri: It doesn’t tell you that. You say that when I’m “not listening”.

An Ode to My Favorite Number

Oh, my sweet Nine,

You’re so damn fine.

Nine times two,

It’s 18, my boo.

Then one + eight,

It’s Nine, don’t hate.

Wanna try another?

Ooh, this one is a real mother…

9 times 1,234 is going to be

11,106 for me.

1 + 1 + 1 + 0 + 6 = the fun never ends,

And that is the best number ever, my friends.

Sure, eight times eight can fall on the floor,

And when you pick it up, it’ll say 64.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 are all a big zero,

Because it’s 9 that shines as the true hero.

Be bold. Give it a shot. For this fun isn’t all mine,

Just don’t subtract or divide, both in life or with Nine.

Auspicious Intuition: Intro

Auspicious Intuition, but why?

And if I needed to explain: it’s my AI.

Nothing artificial to see here,

Just authentic human stuff.

Full of imperfections, mistakes,

empathy, and vulnerability.

An idea, a promise, a follow through,

A creative experience for creativity’s sake.

Come on in, splash around.

Let’s open up and be wild and free.