Feeding the Monkey

People emerge
to pursue paradigms
of synergistic systems
office and technology
compete and eat
multitasking corporate identity
vision, position, mission
maximizing moments
winning bread
for that competitive
little monkey
that rides their back
begging them
to neglect everything
in pursuit of it all.

Brenda Warren

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Plus Side

Practice optimism
disseminate it
through your pores.

Salve adversity.
Dance and sing.

Positivity plagues the pessimist
illuminating darkness
reverberating deep in bones
unleashing the eternal.

~bw 22

angel grace

Like a psychedelic memory
a raw electric experiment
a junk dream
her life approaches grace
as if it were the vivid silhouette
of a dazzling half-drunk angel
an absurd shimmering miasma
lost in inner space.

Brenda Warren

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This is an older piece that I reworked for today. My muse is resting.

Recipe for Ruination

Spread fake news to
elect a petulant leader.
A pussy grabbing narcissist.
Impulsive and self-righteous.
A cacophonous fibber.
A bully supreme.

Stoke the flames
of the leader’s pants
with media coverage of tweet accusations
to divert the followers
who feast
on his fraudulent crumbs.

Add to this an assembled body of
conservative, indignant, power hungry,
mean-spirited, rich white men
wanting to right imaginary wrongs,
wanting to whitewash government,
wanting to cleanse the stench that blackness
left lingering in the hallowed halls
of this fresh hell.

Imbue with authority to legislate.
Bring to a rapid boil.
Remove from heat and stir in a heaping mound of self-interest.

Recipe serves: 1%

Brenda Warren 2017

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not yet now

Into the couch of your grave I fly,
never questioning why to your eye.

I watch you die.

Day by day
machine play
in never-lounge cushions.
Cards against humanity.

A symbol-grinding ending to the groove of who we were.

Echoes of flies
fill time’s windows.
A volume of buzzing collides
with words set fire.

You are almost gone,
like syllables stoked to ash.

Brenda Warren 2016

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Visit the Sunday Whirl

and so I sit

They hide in the house of my soul,
these stones—
ragged and heavy and thrown.
Igneous monsters
churning their grit
thick with inevitability’s spit,
they become increasingly intimate,

and so I sit.

Practicing maitri, polishing stone,
befriending my body,
befriending my home,
with its stones of anger,
its stones of shame,
its stones of loss, betrayal, and gain,

breathing in, I sit.

Becoming intimate with stones—
ragged and heavy and thrown,
bringing my monsters closer to home
raw with energy seething
befriending my spirit
befriending my soul
in an intimate act of breathing.

Breathing out, I sit.

Exhaling self-acceptance,
possibility opens—
shining and spacious and free.

Brenda Warren 2016

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Arlee 2015        b.warren

Elizabeth’s Creativity Challenge Day 3 asked us to explore the word acceptance. After reading one of Elizabeth’s pieces, I decided to explore acceptance through the Buddhist lens of maitri. Maitri can be defined as loving kindness towards oneself. It takes practice. To really love yourself, you have to face your demons. When I turned my monsters into stones, this piece resulted. The ending feels abrupt to me. I may play with it later.