Journaling as Meditation

In memoriam Willie Murphy

If I try to remember yesterday, will it calm me down?

So many hairs on the fire.         irons
The boys are back in town!

I’m chasing my tail like a rabbit-hound;
there was a dire
weather forecast that calmed me down

not one bit! I’m nowhere-bound,
but I’m roasting an entire           staking my whole
wig. The boys are back in town!                              pig

Lost on the merry-go-round—
how’s that for a quagmire
that if I remember tomorrow won’t calm me down?

And I’ll jape like a home-owner clown
who needs to exterminate those pismire-
boys who are back in town.

They love to hang around
wet spots in your foundation walls. They never tire
of giving you something to remember that won’t calm you down.
The boys are back in town!