jungle love

steve miller band sings jungle love from book of dreams
i watch on xm
the floating time and place marker that bounces
from the edges of the screens
i write
poetry
today
i sit
i move between ancestors and alchemy
spirit guides and cleaning up
move through the day following my own impulses
to various soundtracks
downstairs, the dead can dance
upstairs, jungle love
across the room a piece of toast
stands in the toaster
waiting for butter
bacon waits
to be eaten
i have served the dead
and this living one
bounces back and forth
between her facebook life
and her ac-chat
i am here
hearing
the bird calls and bass beat
of jungle love
it's driving me mad
it's making me crazy

spinning

and spinning and running and spinning and running and spinning
and caffienating
and spinning
and sugaring up
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and running
and running
and spinning
and it is not at all like my little girl does it
arms open to the vaulted ceiling of joy
wide smile on her happy face
decorated with dappled sunlight
in the slow turn of pure joy
young and free and loved
and knowing it
with all the joy pefection showers on you
this
her way
her beautiful young girl way
is the only way
to really spin
skirt dancing with you
in the dream
gathering its pleats
in animation
rendered perfect
for the long remembering
in days
months
years
decades
that follow
oh,
to slow down
to stop my kind
and take up hers

thank you, dear daughter
for the look of you
spinning in raptured sunshine
showing me how to try
again