Not How Buddha Would Want to Start a Morning

There's a free evaluation in my bed

coiled under the blanket

it's natural to spring from a snake

You say the fact that I heard criticism

is proof that I always hear criticism

and if I reject your criticism that

is proof of my negativity

I liked you better in the morning before

you were reading that book about Buddha

I like it better outside the bed

under the falling beech leaves

where that patch of blue sky

does not criticize

What Lorin Likes

Tits

Smack

Shit-Knockered

France

Monk Nuts

We have a secret monk

in the woods

I won't tell you where

I want him kept

Always there

every year

Buddah-walking

in the yellow leaves

Unattached to the ephemeral beauty

but still there

This time we baked him bread

and he sent us off with a

baggie of almonds

which you fisted in the car

grabbing and chomping,

me so angry

I wanted to slap your hand

A bag of nuggets

like magic beans

which a month later

I found in the cupboard

in California

somehow still full

and somewhat tasteless

Shy-by

I'm a shy bi
but a wife
(sigh)

I never tried
on my size

All there
was was
guys, guys, guys

As I browse
chick-lit
& catch
your eyes

he sidles
round the
aisle --
(surprise)


I'm a blue bird
in a red burb

A gorgeous
status-quo berg

Our flag waves high:
red neck
white snow
blue sky

When the towers went down
we were outa sight
Think it'll snow tonight?


I'm an athiest
with a twist,
I'm saved
and on the list

I'm a good girl
in a good dress
on a hard pew
so listless

Daddy when you
whack me
I can see down
your psyche
& I sure don't
want Zeus
watchin over me


I'm a hedonistic wanderlustic
blissful anarchist

I itch for inner wisdom
& a wicked Wal-Mart hit

I've been
organized &
corporatized
& I sympathize
with the necessity
to rally and lobby
and punch holes
in endless stacks of paper

but I choose to be
unfettered and free
uncompromised
by "democracy"

I'm the goddess
Aphrodite
I flit
but I ain't flighty

I'm smitten
attraction
ain't tidy

I light your flame
with my golden breath
I alight into your depth

I feel your spark
I'll stick around
your beauty
maneuvers me
to the ground

I'm a mammal
I'm furry
I amble
Don't hurry me
I'm bashful
but also
curious

My tail is ancient
my fury is latent
my wings are tender
and nascent

Let's skip
& scream
Let's roll in the grass
& dream

Come roam
in my psyche
Touch everything

New York Style

I'm dressin

for the convention

in a code red dress

white shades

blue wig

insouciance

My vulnerable wrist

will feel so safe

in a gray-spangled

bangle of freedom tape

Aging

Hippies get gray

and fly-away grumpy

yuppies get money

and dogs get lumpy

Women get crazy

men get curmudgy

jocks get flabby

and mothers get frumpy

Masochists drop

the rigid unravel

the crazies continue

conspiracy-babble

Beauties crumple

and couples get bitter

pros get bored

and dilettantes fritter

Sipping serenely

while victims whine --

is sanity merely a

test of time?

The Two of Us

live/work like logs

two pillows

two laptops

two dogs