-chill-

Notate:

Looking somewhere

For a little 

Peace 

Something to 

Remind me of 

The fact that 

We all die 

We all cry 

And 

Not to get too 

Upset about it 

A "friend" 

Tells me and tells me 

What 

She would 

Have me do 

Take the chill pill 

Now 

Not later 

Don't, for 

God's sake, 

Let me interrupt 

Your train 

Of thought 

Your chain 

Around everyone's neck 

That all must do 

As you would have them 

Do 

Lighten up -

I

Thank you for your 

Advise 

But 

Not for the delivery 

Style 

Next time 

( and I'm sure there will 

Be one )

What 

Shall I do ? 

Breath deeply, 

Smile sweetly, 

Ask a question back

Which I know - Ms. 

Know it all -

Won't know the answer to. 

Maybe an experiment 

Could be 

Made 

Along those lines 

Not to be unkind 

But yes -

In self defense 

We shall see -

I'll get back to you 

     On that 

Oh Phone -

Oh phone 

In my pocket 

Why 

Have you not yet 

Spoken ?

Why do you remain 

Mute ?

You are adequately 

Charged -

And yet you do not 

Ring !

What am I to believe? 

That he does not think 

Of me -

That he is sufficient 

Unto himself 

As if 

A boat 

Tossed upon 

An assure sea -

Oh me 

Oh my -

What am I 

In high school? 

We are senior citizens 

Here -

Facing 

Imminently 

Our own 

Demise 

Dancing on the deck of the 

Sinking Titanic 

Comes to mind 

Do we never learn ?

Do I never learn ?

To become so Zen that 

The cessation of existence 

Is merely a philosophical 

Question ?

Oh but the Zen Masters never 

Knew 

Such a one 

As 

You -

If they had 

Their Haiku would have been 

All about 

The strength and the 

Character 

And the kindness 

Of you -

Forget about 

The grasshoppers 

And the cherry blossoms 

And the moon ! 

- Still the phone sits 

In 

Deep Meditation 

Waiting

Awaiting the next 

Big adventure -

Whether we want it 

Or not 

Dear friends, 

There is no need 

To be bored 

Boredom should be 

Celebrated 

For in a relatively short 

Space of time 

Something is bound 

To turn 

Up 

The way the Gods like it.

And I 

Have always wanted 

To die -

And now you may 

Precede me

And show the way -

I did not sign up 

For this 

When I responded to 

Your blue eyes -

My family was always 

Very distant 

And correct 

It is not fair !

It's not fair !

And now I suffer 

The consequences of 

Caring -

And 

I am mad -

As the proverbial, wet 

Hen !

She didn't ask to be 

A hen or 

To be red -

But that 

Is just the way 

It turned out,

They say -

That is life, 

They say -

And we must 

Adjust 

- yeah right -

And there is a way 

To do this all 

Very

Correctly 

Very 

New-agey -

As if I knew -

And 

If I knew -

I would never have been 

There that day 

And begun this 

-Whatever it is-

Journey 

Damn and blast -

-My British ancestors are 

Aghast-

What have I done ?

- gone and violated 

The great edict! of

Not caring 

Of 

Never sharing 

Any bit 

Any part 

Of  

The heart -

They were so 

Right 

One needs must stay 

Uptight !

Stay in 

Whatever closet 

One is in -

Do not come out 

And roam 

About 

For there are the monsters 

Of doubt 

Of hurt of pain 

Of try and try 

     Over and over

     Again 

And 

The worst of it is -

There is 

     No way out !

The way is 

Through -

The center of the 

Storm -

The center 

Of the earth -

It is impossible - !

Just -

The way 

The Gods 

Like it.

Turn 'em Off

I like to keep it 

That way 

If I can. 

When the computer gives me 

Trouble 

And the phone has 

Hiccups and 

Coughs 

I turn em 

Off 

I try not to be 

So wound up 

With them 

That I 

Give a damn! 

So I pay bills 

With paper 

Just like 

The old woman 

That I am 

I have an acquaintance 

Who if 

The computer would die 

He would loudly sigh 

And say 

So do I !

Panic time comes when 

The phone is 

Lost 

At what cost ? 

Ok 

So do

I -

But 

If it would truely die 

I 

Would in most ways 

Be relieved

I could again use 

Pen 

And paper 

And stop 

And look around 

What is the wind 

Doing 

Today

Where is the sun 

In the sky 

What is time ?

Add Sense?

And so 

There's an add about 

Exterminators 

Big brother is 

Truely watching. 

Us!!

Rats

If rats 

Smelled like 

Roses 

We wouldn't really 

Care 

If they were here 

Or they were there 

We wouldn't have to 

Feel 

So guilty 

About 

The elimination 

Of same 

They have the wide world 

To nest in 

But if they prefer to rest

Under the house 

I guess 

Something 

Will 

Have to be 

Done !

What if 

It were destructive behavior 

That 

Brought the karma down 

On your head 

What if 

Y'all could stop 

Such behavior 

And 

"Just get along"?

Maybe then 

The gods of bad luck and 

Retribution 

Would 

Pass you by 

Doesn't seem 

To 100% work that way 

I know 

And a rose 

By any other name 

Would smell as sweet 

And a rat 

If you called it an angel 

Would still be 

An unwelcome

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