Fragments at 3:15

17 more days until the 2010 3:15 Experiment begins!


Every year you think it may be the last, but you can’t help yourself. You must write. It’s like playing the same numbers on a lottery ticket each week. That poetic gold may come. You succumb. You buy a magic journal and pen. You set your alarm. You are a 3:15 warrior.

This year I know is gonna be awesome. I can just feel it in me bones.

I JUST finished typing up all my entries from last year and I pulled out a few fragments to share. The logic and wisdom of 3:15 half-dreamness. It never gets old.

from 3:15

it’s too hot to jump through hoops and
dog biscuits make more sense than
love

~ ~ ~

dream saboteurs keep me locked in an
office of noncommitment

~~~

the Doctor says make happy
before you fall asleep    make a
subconscious stew of feelings
of peace and love                I thought
this is me in my happy place
and still guns pointed at me
as if my blood would stop

a war

~~~

I bet          no one but insanity

knows what it’s like to run amok

~~~

If all our moments came back
to haunt us,     where would
they sleep?
Moments moping under the
accelerator, biding time in the kitchen

~~~

All edible agents
are drawn and quartered, distributed
w/out much fanfare.

Placing the lower quarter of an
idea in his mouth, he declared
all originality sin.

~~~

drawings that are purposeful
that show the ring to royalty
and unobstructed lustre offsets
become angles of the revolution

~~~

don’t go into the light I’ve decided,

no, no, stay right here   eat
sausage w/lentil soup.   be at
the poker game, mind games, keep
your mind bending     it’s exercise
stupid, this thinking.   buy
gas masks.  visit Hawaii.  Look for
a private island to return to, or live
in peace.     Go north.    Kick a
snowman.  brush your teeth.

~~~

what to do with a husband
what to do with fondue

~~~

everyone dressed to the nines
except me
about six-and-a-half.

~~~

my details like dust    mingle    in space
every time I look out now     I see space
I see us in it     hurtling     around the
sun     centripetal force     and here I am
a universe of universes     talking
to you     my random formations
hurtling     in their proper places
around the sun     all of us     me too.

~~~

I am a triangle maiden
mother crone (w/out the
mother) a childless triangle
an escape artist
put your love in a box
in a window     on the curb

Chalk on sidewalk
hopscotch     come home

I almost flew away
I could have if
I had enough speed

you can’t roll a triangle
you can’t plant
a triangle seed.

~~~

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5 Comments

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5 responses to “Fragments at 3:15

  1. LindaLC

    Oh, thanks a lot, Danika…I wasn’t going to do it this year, and then I had to read this! Because you’re right, it’s like playing lotto numbers…what if THIS is the YEAR where you spew out something really neat?

    “what to do with a husband
    what to do with fondue”

    indeed!

    Linda

  2. I’m evil.

    But it’s so true – if I didn’t participate I’d wonder what gems went undiscovered.

  3. I can’t wait to see what you come up with this year! Those are memorable :)

  4. @Meesh – it’s what’s great about the experiment. you never know what random phrasings will emerge.

  5. Dog biscuits – love it:-)

    Looking forward to your poems in 3:15 this year Danika. I passed this year because I have an ongoing eye infection.

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