quiet moments (MUG mutiny part 2)

the quiet moments of
reflection after the
initial shock, the i
-nitial betrayal.

i can see the new MUG
in my mind with my eyes
closed or open and maybe
that's a sign.

perhaps.

what a lovely word, huh?

conversational poetry.

ice cream trucks indeed.

i'm letting it get to me.

moving on,
moving along,
MUG will stay
frozen here while
the new isle is
explored by
poets here
for the
poetry.

something
earth shattering
and
life changing
did happen
but then
you knew
that and
know the
score, i
bet.

poetry is the emotion
displayed
raw on the
screen or paper
or papyrus, you
know?

and i say you
but do i, as
the poet,
really know who
the you is?

who is you?

heh.

laugh tracks to infinity
and yet i still don't crack
a smile because this is
serious.

rhetoric rhapsodies
elegant melodies -
to no longer hear
the screams of an
honorary member of
the let's blame every-
one
else.

maybe you are right,
though. maybe poetry
is the stale recitation
of imagined images or
memories not quite
settled yet.

during the quiet moments of
MUG i just sit back and inhale
the fragrance of new words. some
times the bile is present and i want
to vomit like people vomit up words
meant to endear or confuse and we
name our children after countries
we've never been to ... perhaps,
perhaps,
perhaps.

the trickster poet
won't understand the
accountability needed
to continue the cause.

eating cheap food with
no eating utensils -
sleeping on the floor,
borrowing moments and
memories to feel better.

in the quiet moments,
after the initial
mutiny proceedings,
i listen to the hustle
and project myself
above the ruckus
to somehow see
if it's the
right di-
rection
to tra
-vel
in.

velour daydreams a day
after valentines.

MUG is tainted, old,
attached to memories
best forgotten - so, there
-fore, i propose a new
meeting of minds when i
can pull it together.

the carcass that is MUG -
the collection of words,
some trite, some genius,
will stay here as a test-
ament, but the poets, the
word shapers will surely
move to the new isle of
poetry where i'll try
to take it to the
next level.

it is change,
dear readers,
but sometimes
change is good.