I'm trying to get my perspective back in the wake of yet another infection. I'm so frigging dizzy from the antibiotic this morning I can't see straight.
I NEED to find peace, but it's not gonna come from outside of me. That whirlwind is going to keep right on trying to knock me down. I'm climbing into the calm center of the tornado. I'm my own mood ring. What would Buddha do? What would Jesus do? What would Mohammed do? What would Carl Perkins do?
A poem I wrote in 2003 showed up on my website webtracker this morning...
Over the edge and fed up,
I bludgeoned him with my boots--
the same ones that walked me
then sat glass-encased
with the scent of weed and crushed daisies, his
screams now embedded
with Hendrix howls
into my shrine