Now new and improved with the addition of spoken word, check it out. 🙂 Happy Day to you. love, HA!
artwork: HA! “Lotus Queen” oils 2013 (sold)
I sit quietly, on a pad to protect my
decomposing spine, buds in my ears waiting for
the phone to ring , bringing money and
the chance to perfume the air
with yet another on-demand performance
acrobatic displays, instant access wisdom
grace, while doing the downward facing dog
Lavender wisdom in warrior pose.
Calling for, make me feel better,
and entertaining fantasy.
Looking inside, this vessel, is empty…
so, it seems strange when others peer within
the genie is always home and…baking cookies
ready to smile, please and praise
this vessel, is always full to the brim
pain double back flips carving into love
sugar wouldn’t melt in my mouth
and I know how the cow ate the cabbage.
I wonder what I will be, in the decades to come
while I wait to take the stage
Will I feel beautiful, thankful, happy?
Will I always feel trapped in a hateful body?
Will I ever see my own beauty reflected in the eyes
of my lover and know that really, IS me?
I wonder aloud when I’m not mindful enough to stay silent
I watch the faces I talk too
so when they show signs of discomfort
subjects can be switched, gazes instantly altered
making myself smaller to better,
into comfort zones, not built for me.
I don’t fear the dark anymore
I can see everything blind
ears tuned to the sound that resentments echo
bones ground daily into susceptible flour
for unleavened consumption
I float through this existence…
wondering, if this might be the last day.
It never is.
The phone rings, the director from off stage
yells, “take your marks!”
the call is answered and the performance
begins, earnestly… talking to the back row
proving once again, that empty vessels
are mostly commonly used to move fragile
delicate items, of great value, from here to… there.
The stranger on the phone only knows
that this well is never dry, so they return
empty, hearts broken in cupped hands, drinking their fill.
Tossing a coin into the well as they leave,
my magic is reduced to bills being paid.
I sit here on a pad to protect my delicate spine, buds in ears
empty again, waiting for the phone to ring,
wondering what my next line is.
Thanks for being here today and for supporting living artists, everywhere. <3 HA!