Friday, April 22, 2011

For Those Who Suffer From Chronic Mismanagement of Their Own Time

Leave work one half-hour early.
Think of all you could be doing to fill it up
this small treasure of open time.
On a large sheet of paper
make a list of every one of those things you know
you aught to be doing
or rather, make a chart.
Write upside down, along the edges and in corners.
Draw detailed diagrams with step by step instructions.
Include intricate illustration, underlining,
and exclamation points!
Don't stop
until every square inch of space is full.
Make it as demanding, as imposing
as impossible as you like.

Make it as demanding,
and imposing
and impossible as your life.
Read it over and take it all in.
Next, crease the chart evenly into a fold
along one edge.
Turn it over and fold again.
Continue until you have pleated the entire surface
into a paper fan.
All the words and diagrams will make
interesting designs along the edges and will be
completely illegible.
Fan in hand,
stretch out full length in a comfortable spot.
Gently fan yourself to sleep.

Becky Birtha 1948 -

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

To Put It Simply, I Want You

I want to be your companion
and walk hand in hand,
your strength enveloping mine.
Autumn leaves falling,
scuffing feet and laughter,
sharing nights, not finished by the dark.

I want to be your confidant
as you pen your deepest
thoughts, as your heartaches
bleed and finally break free.
Your dreams, I keep as if my own.
I want to smile as you smile
and giggle with you
at nothing at all.

I want to be your lover
and find the passions
that move you to action.
I want to be the softness
that induces you to trust.
I want to be the naughty
that makes you come back for more.
I want to please you.

I want to share your breakfast
and your dinner,
I want you in the shower
and in your bed and
with soft steps to bring you coffee
(I take mine black)
Your strong arms, the legs
that power your thrust,
your lips of pleasure,
these are the fuel of my desire

no it is no secret, my love,
and to put it very simply,
I want you.

by Iloveit (which sounds like a pseudonym to me)