Showing posts with label Wondering if I am cooled or warmed.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wondering if I am cooled or warmed.. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2016

ROCK THE GLOCK



FEVER IN A HEATWAVE

Today I may go shoot guns.
I haven’t held one in my hand
for almost a week
—7 days of discipline?
No,
just too hot and humid
to wear the belted jeans
I need to hold the holsters.

Guns are heavy,
without the belt
my shorts fall and show my ass
to a world that needs no more ass.
There is enough ass
already running rampant in this era
without me adding unintentionally to it.

My palms do wait the weight though,
hope for cooler air to comfort them.

© M Durfee
7.25.2016

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

A HANDFUL OF SCATTERED SEED



ROOTED AND GROWING
I am living in the garden grown, one of the many seeds sown. I make no determination towards my beauty of being or appalling uselessness in the gardener’s seeing. I was birthed in this place and given no conditions to how I should grow. I would like to be a flower plucked to make a bouquet for a lover’s heart, yet it is not my fate to determine if I am good enough to be a part of that kind of display. I may after all be nothing but a weed choking off life for something more pretty or useful than me. No life can resist its fate, be it bountiful or, another kind of life to abate. I am but a simple thing grown from a seed to fill a space until I have proven I am worthy of life in this place. In silence I my fate await and ‘til the seasons turning no matter my physical being I will enjoy the rain and the sun as my simple reason for being.


© M Durfee
10.21.2014

Friday, April 25, 2014

FALLING RISING COOL



FUELING
Waking to a new dawn, new day,
wide awake eyes open
to see the sun falling
coming to crash and burn on me.

It is a personal journey this breathing life,
sometimes I can take the burn, sometimes not.
Some days I can just pick up and put that old sun
right back in its appointed spot and others; well—

I’d simply rather not.
Having been crushed a number of times before
with gasses whooshing out of every orifice;
it’s cool when my spot gets flaming fiery hot—

What? You’re asking me?
A hug from the sun is better
than freezing cold feet? Of course,
boiling me to steam some movement makes.

Absovaporizinglutely!

© M Durfee
4.25.2014