first spon poem and daily blessing

Spon1

Nudibranch
mochi mocha Momofuku
Sochi seaweed banter
audible regret, ammendments to the soil
whisper, whisper, whisper
inclusive mysterious auditory hallucinations
I meant to say seaweed butter
to make it more appetizing for you, sweet mystery of life
Tira mi su Take Me Higher
Choir

I will write a self help book and it will be called Bananas, Butterscotch and the Real You!

Bless the woman with a splotch of coral lipstick on her age spotted cheek carrying her Russian prayer book. Was she recently kissed by a friend, I wondered.

Bless the man in his mustard pants too tight and pulling at his crotch, pilling at the hips. I couldn't help but look.

Bless the woman trying to get her scooter turned around on the bus, trying again and again. Bless the patient driver, trying to figure out how to swing it around a wheelchair on the other side. We can all fit in if we patiently shift and make room for one another. There is room for everyone. There's another bus behind this one. Why do people think this is the last bus home?

Bless the tawdry salon sofa in leopard print fabric that has seen a lot of quick, cheap haircuts. Bless the hairdresser who's seen a lot of ears in this business and yours are not so bad. Bless her.

Bless the woman with the dark circles under her eyes in sweat pants who reminds me of my friend who died of cancer. If only I would have known what those dark circles meant.

Bless the three chickens bedding down for the night. Black, rust, rust.

Bless the young mother with harsh makeup looking at anything but her child or the woman with Down's across from her on the bus.

Bless the woman with a British accent, salt and pepper hair pulled up Cyndy Lou Hoo style on the top of her head. Cyndy Loo, it's you!

And bless the waxy pink hyacinths growing straight out of the ground, languishing, heavy-headed on the surrounding grass. The shy dog, the brazen crow, the setting sun. Bless my son who never wants me to cut his hair because he's too busy, too busy. He and his dad fighting lush, imaginary villains.

Bless Lady Gaga and her Snatch and Grab.

Bless every last candy-coated sunflower seed in my gut.