creative organ head & time medly

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-17 21:43:00

i.
i exercise the
creative organ
with fingers, pliable
thought patterns
massaging deep
throat vowels,
howls of verbiage
transmuted by
unlimited size,
sighs as wide as
the circumference
of finite energy.

ii.
it’s kinda like one hand clapping,
you can’t hear it but you know it’s there
because the sound of it has been referenced
so many times in an underhanded way
if you ask me, but since you didn’t ask me,
it doesn’t much matter, does it, because
i’ll tell you anyway, but it’s also really similar
to hand-to-hand combat which can be
considered offhanded if you don’t take it seriously,
which you must because it’s a serious matter
though i wouldn’t try to hand you anything
you didn’t want so let’s just shake hands
and call this whole thing off, ok?
it’s too much work.

iii.
i was thinking it was outa hand
when i handed it out but i gotta
hand it to you,
you much more quickly
discerned how outa hand it was,
observation being
a handsome quality
in a person
so i gotta hand it
to myself, too, for noticing,
because i did

iv.
i was sitting here thinking
about how not to think about all the work
i have to do but then it occured to me
that thinking about it was so much work,
it would be easier to do the work,
but i thought about it again and realized
i’d worked enough thinking about it for the day,
so i think i’ll think about it later
after i get off work
but then again,
i’d rather not think
about anything but
i never seem to be able to stop
no matter how i try, but i’m working on it

v.
how to exercise the creative organ?
don’t ask me how to breathe
and i won’t ask you how think.

vi.
finite energy
would be easier
if it were handed out
in full color flyers
clearly marked
with directions.

vii.
remind me to rsvp
creativity when it calls.
i usually forget to reply.
i’m much too busy
trying to figure out why
i have so much work
to think about.

viii.
howls of verbiage
transmuted by
unlimited size
are not wise
enough to
own me.