Full of Stones

Remembering ourselves is the worst we can do.
Leave yourself next to the coffee machine,
in the disposal where you can be chewed up and swallowed.

There isn't anything new in the recall
of last week's tornado, except the consequence
of wind on those things you called yours.

Instead of twirling up inside, just keep on
walking, skipping, making the happy trail forward.
Let your heart be light, even if it is full of stones.

Gory Ego

Today, my ego is all bludgeoned
Sunday night massacre
Friday night to do, gone bloody blue

Ego, used to be all fancy pants
all loop dee doo
Now, she is feeling the turn of the screw.

This year's ego burns down escape routes
She is dragging her left over limbs
towards you.

Will any notice the flies that flew?
Will I find my top hat after this kaboom?