Inspiration

A whisper trickles through my mind,

I am still.

I try to calm other thoughts and encourage this one to develop further,

It obeys me.

I start dictating--no--taking dictation,

It flaunts me.

It must have changed frequencies, I flip through,

It defeats me.

I bungle through the rest of it

Alas, I'm not as accomplished as she.

The two sections are an awkward fit,

Like a forced puzzle.

The former flowed quickly,

Like a mountain stream in Spring.

The latter crept sluggishly,

Irked at movement.

Yet they fit

However awkwardly,

And they stay that way.

Ode to Entropy

With every sunrise my house gets dustier

The grass gets longer

The piles of laundry rise

I gasp for air

Where's the pause button on life?

Unattempted brainchilds and tasks not quite completed

Clutter my to-do list

Just like the scores of unwashed dishes stacked in my sink

Patiently expressing their disapproval

Imbuing the air with a certain noxious

Perfume that declares

Oversleeper!

Unmotivated!

Shiftless!

Eccentric!

Pathetic!

Human.

Like so many steps--but not on the Yellow Brick Road

Or polite bill collectors

Paying their respects

One by One

And lodging a complaint--legitimate

But unwelcome

My apple oxidizes

My unclaimed dinner molds, languishing, in my uncleaned refrigerator

My body deteriorates,

Minute by minute my cells dizzyingly acquire mutations.