OR.
. . .
Such a little word
. . .
–and an operating
(room)
no matter how you slice it.
Dividing 2
different scenarios
in 2 characters
it guarantees
2 divergent
outcomes
. . .
(or not)
a gut feeling.
a fleeting impression
ergo
second thought.
Follow these immediate
responses
(?)
at once,
&
follow up.
So many ways
to communicate–
there are
so many.
You can get in touch,
and stay in touch
24/7
you can reach out
–don’t miss!—
hitting links
(unless there’s a hole in one)
you can have your people
call my people
and do lunchables
–so pager passé —
you can text
talk
& message…
you can chat
snap
& share
–doling out grams that scrap Skype limit–
you can attach
a tag
& enter
–face
book & Time, but what else?—
what’s gone missing
–eye wander
and the truth of it is
in the eyes
. .
the U
that’s I—
& me
I contact is truest
–fresh and uncanned,
there’s no preservative in
eyes,
no life-saving edit,
and no pre-fab
emojotion
embedded.
prompt: it isn’t chin

There’s low in slow
and ick in quick
but ease inside what’s measured…
so aim for tame
in any game,
of labor, love, and leisure.
prompt: slow
A coward is
compliant
…
who sits on
his big
fat
comfort zone–
pulling up
cover
to
complain
–by flashlight
prompt: cowardice

stranded on a
dessert isle
in sea of caramel topping ,
I swam across
that sticky sauce
snacking without stopping,
the shore I reached
was Sugar beach
a shining bit o’ grit,
which crystaled sweet
stuck to feet
to belly and to hip.
and so I left
before my heft
rendered me a whale,
in search of flavor
that I could savor
and jerry-rig a sail.