january 19 1995

where do i live?
a curious question ~
what residence do i support?
abstractly -
i live in the wind that catches
the rainbow ribbons
outside my mama's backdoor..
i live in the mind of my own self..
conjuring up all sorts of images,
qualities and comforts zones..
i make my home in the tiny space
between two breaths..
i aim to increase my square footage
moment by moment ~
i am addressed inside a p.o. box..
on an island jammin' with fighter jets
skitterish deer .. hummingbird chat..
i live inside the ink that writes these very words..
inside the fingertips scratching out
indecipherable penmanship -
i live inside the jeans that have become too tight..
the skin that has become too loose..
i hang out on the prayer beads that are chanted
and strung for many dharma bums..
on the itchy eyelids of pollen,
the dry winter lips,
the baby toenails, barely there..
i rest in the palm of my hand
and
in
yours...

found this in a stack of papers
i was sorting thru as i putter this sunday AM
20 years ago written
i still live here and further down many roads..
not great writing but telling, eh?
here are a few untraditional  haiku uncovered as well..

stomach whirlings
train tracks
where is my cat?

buzzing bee lands -
the car door
has captured it.

ankle bone digs deep
into the plush
mind carpet.

stray hair
tickles the nose edges -
widens the gap.

mind in reverse -
a truck load of concepts
backing up.

odd to look back 20 years
and see what i saw..

where do i live, now?