The Potential To be Ordinary~

Each morning

in suburbia

rises

like all the rest

with the potential to be ordinary

one step

two step out of bed

stretch with cat

tortoise shell silk

pop the coffee pod

awakening waits in the aroma

(Gilgamesh used to say

“You look wild, girl, with your nostrils flared

like that.”)

I flare my nostrils just like that

still

an animal

with a fair guise of being

domesticated

 

Each morning

little Kia in blue purrs

radio shock schlock

mindless sideway tilt

scooping me out of the last vestiges of those kinds of dreams

where you wake up with a bruise

no blues allowed

Elvis Duran

phone tap

an auditory candid camera

foot to pedal

metal bath left to soak the bed

crazy laughing

Pine Barrens

invite that tickle in the soles of the feet

to push it

(Gilgamesh used to say

“You laugh like a girl with madness

in her dimples, and lead in her foot,

but don’t slow down, I like the speed.”)

I laugh just like that

still

with a fair guise of being

ordinary

 

Each morning

beautiful women open doors

believing in imperfections

they wake up in my sunshine

and caffeinated energy

famished for a touch

on clean cheeks

yet to taste a concealer

powder

rouge

they delight in my European flavors

the double cheek kiss

I don’t know my place with them

but they know my place with them

they guide me with unspoken needs

to be

to just be for an hour

my geisha nature complies

(Gilgamesh used to say

“You could seduce Jesus off his cross,

without even trying, do you understand

how dangerous you are.”)

I am a slave to my nature

still

with a fair guise

of sexual ambiguity

 

Each of my days

in suburbia

flash by

from the view of my speeding mind

each day has the potential to be ordinary

but never is

coffee will always brew

cat will always stretch

the car will always be a shy breath of a coffin

the leaves will change

the Pine Barrens will burn

the deer will rush into the path of finality

there on the side of the road

wet muzzle

fog peppered with sprays of blood

I had to stop you know

my kind don’t leave the dying alone

we were raised otherwise

wrist deep in pain

pupil deep in wonder

at how she flairs her nostrils

the same as I

(Gilgamesh leans over my shoulder to say

“You get it now, wild girl,

why it won’t ever work, you pretending to be something

you are most definitely not.”)

I flare my nostrils like that

and I stop for the dying

still

an animal

with a fair guise

of being ordinary

 

 

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Author's Note

~a day in the life of (fill in blank)~ =)~

Reviews

[Goodbye]

Oh so amazing - so relate-able for those of us free, feeling, creative, wild, animal souls living amongst the barely alive. Reminds me of all the things I kept hidden when I was married, living in Town Home suburbia. I now let my spirit run wild and free in a tiny apartment and every forest preserve I can find and it's a delectable life...

Again I am in awe.

[nono]

I like it very interesting. I enjoy how you keep your writing so real and true....
A day in the life of A Broken Soul. Who has to get up and go and do everything everyday. c: Awesome write, and beautiful expressions!!

[just is]

Wow I know this feeling well. I throughly enjoyed this piece.

[Art]

an exceptional work Selene...your thoughts are always a pleasure to read...you bring so much to the reader and that...is what makes you and your work...

Special....!!!

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

I knew the feeling, ha ha

[Matthew Kult]

What is ordinary anymore, and why do people feel we need to live an ordinary life? I am not sure what ordinary is anymore, and I am not sure most of the world knows what ordinary is. The world is so caught up in being it's own life, to be it's own unique self that it has to force their uniqueness on the world so it becomes ordinary. On a smaller scale it's the cool kid in school starting a new trend that soon makes the unique a follower....


Then again I kill people. So what Do I know.

Regards,

Matthew

[.]

"(Gilgamesh used to say
“You could seduce Jesus off his cross,
without even trying, do you understand
how dangerous you are.”)"
Your clever impressionism reads so beautifully my friend(:

[Brittney]

I Liked it!!! :D

[Bonnie Hines]

Woah this poem is so amazing. I really like the way you applied the Gilgamesh to the poem and how the reader is enabled to more fully appreciate his quotes as the poem progresses. I also like the way his quote of flaring the nostrils took on a new meaning as it started with the person flaring his nostrils just to be silly and ended with the dear as it tried to struggle for life breathing its last few breaths.
At some points it was a bit difficult to follow the flow of the poem mostly in the second stanza where It was hard to associate some of the things within the context of the poem, but it could just be me not being able to understand it.
Awesome job!

[JanieB]

Well done.