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