Draft I.

Infamous.

"Life. Don't talk to me about Life."

A weird chaotic Thing. Full of stress. So unnecessary. Humans. So unnecessary. Odd weird Things, humans.

Life is simple. Exist, Eat, Expire.

Then Mammalian Things get in the way. Things like: Love. Or, Laughter.
Then Human Things get in the way of that. Things like: Memory. Glory. Inheritance. Civilisation. Efficiency. Empire. Justice. Law. Talent. Oppression. Money.

If only these unfortunate saps can remember; Life is Exist - Eat - Expire.

Their hormones mess up their perception of this.

Life: what did I miss 08 Oct 2017

I miss my daughter my son scoffing ice cream
I miss my son my daughter playing in the playground
I miss my daughter my son walking home just before the spring rain

I hug my son my daughter my husband I miss them so much
I hug my husband my daughter my son I love them so much
I kiss my daughter my son my husband I owe them so much

They hug me
My daughters sings to me
My son clings to me
My husband gives me food
They love me so much

verse: the finest

now am I the finest
arbiter in town
the go-to
the final
the latest
the ultimate
the best
they don't do it without me.

The Laundry Fairy.

verse: tantrum 11 Sept 2017

why o why my tempestuous rise, with each screech she accuses
I am all reason in all seasons, yet with each screech she doth dispute
my ire perturbed and equilibrium disturbed, tattered mine repute

was I ever a calm personage, gracing my fellows with respect
was I ever a calm visage, spake softly my peers with circumspect
was I ever a calming engagement, just and wise - or just suspect?

my nerves are shattered
my sanity all scattered
my mind mindless in time

in space I sob
I am all robbed
who am I?

I am sad
I am mad
I am anger personified
I am a hurricane whipping debris
causing repercussions inconsiderately

Sound and fury, signifying
...something.

Verse: hear play 9 Sept 2017

Brushing hair with pinky-sized pink plastic brushes
Solid plastic purple- and yellow-dressed
Princesses turned upside down
Their heads used pretending to squirt
Miscellaneous unknowable gooey hair product
Into eager clever hands
Mushing pretend goo
Scrunching as a stylist
Through my curtain
Silver-streaked and brown and variegated black
Pulled and tweaked and teased
She chortles and cackles and
cackles more chortles
irresistibly

Story: Bundle's story

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Bundle. She is a delightful person and I am pleased to introduce her to you.

She enjoys her scooter very much. With her Go-go-green helmet to protect her head and brain, she became very skilled.

She can scoot up a hill, with her mother chasing after. Sometimes she let her mother catch her.

Sometimes she let her mother pull her and her scooter up the hill. Sometimes they walk together, pushing the scooter.

Sometimes Bundle has an accident which even the helmet couldn't stop. But always her head and brain is protected.

Even if her nose, chin, elbow, knees, palms get scraped and scarred.

Verse: Spring rain 8 Sept 2017

in a life so bland and damp
in a home so moistly warm
in a bed so fully shared

loud it drops on sturdy roof
loud it thuds on thundering panes
hidden are the wary beasts

muzzle peeping out snuffling
scent warily for the hint
yea, verily seeking scrabbling

any break retreat and pause
easement grateful aural remission
bombardment ceases