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.

[Marianne]

No ordinary day, no ordinary musings, no ordinary poem, and definitely no ordinary YOU !!
You made me smell, touch, think and cry as you took me on this ride through an extraordinary day !!

You made my day special TODAY

[EAGLETORTOISE]

touching piece feeling the warmth of it expressive of a higher level

[Pax Analog]

These lines are food for the soul. Lady S downshifts to earthy immersion, to right and lively astute embrace of coffee brewing and tenderly tending to wildness expiring by the side of the road.

Flair of life and and death distilled by flaring nostrils shared between the Euro wild thing and the dear deer.

Substantive ordinariness on the order of extraordinary Zen empathy. Beautiful.

[Bard Constantine]

This says so much... it definitely strikes a chord with me. Life is a funny thing, where extraordinary people try to live ordinary lives and vice versa, where we can be out of place everywhere but in our own minds. Another mind massaging piece of work, dear kitty. Most inspiring...

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

I envy old Mr. Bilgames. You value his words. Rightly so since you controlled him I bet. As always I am drowned by your plush. And he did build a helluva wall.

[Robin]

you breath life into the ordinary , a backdrop unique to each of us ~ when you reach, you inspire ~ with your words, your insight , you shine a beautiful light of what we can be ~ more

( love that pic )

[Maurice]

Ordinary you're not, and neither is this poem. Lovely work as usual.

[Cafe Reader]

I have never read anything like this. It's amazing, beautiful, mysterious. Moved me to tears.

[Brad]

well, if this means i have to tear off my bat wings, yank out my fangs and take off my leotards...i'm not playin

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is one of the best things I've ever read, selene. Inspired and inspiring. Beautiful and beautifying. Energetic and energizing. I believe this is nonpareil.