Doing Less

Is sitting
incense burning
candles bright
jammies still on
memories of past
loved ones
pass through my closed eyes
on a Venetian canal of remembrance
yearning
a pen with purple ink
holds open the door

Ah. I have run into my neighbor
with whom I am upset
she is breeding dogs in my home
I swallowed some feelings
others not
they got
vomited on to her '
pretty tight dress
I so wanted to kick her out that
very second
but how cruel
she has no job right now
and so what?
she is going to earn her rent
by breeding another set
of designer dogs?
in my home?
bitch!
Oh yeah,
doing less but
doing lots to myself
to be pissed off
as I sit in the stew of my burning
silence
So go ahead
sit in silence.
Bitch.

Spring 2010.