31 Oct

stars over portage

oh, this life.

what of it?

There is no consequence

to all the business of it all:



dress codes (unspoken but felt)

food stuck in our grinning teeth.

I am



rubbing out mysterious muscle twinges


fluorescent lights

in this world’s pulsing

mcdonalds walmarts

everywhere and nowhere


spouting taste in music

watching the

working out of our packaging

of  interests and style

haircuts and witticisms

posted to our brand.


all is naught.

We are engaged in

the longest ever

staring contest

with the bottom slime

of a kombucha brew.

I am hoping to see

that there is



to go but up.

Zooming out a bit more,

we will see there is not up

or down.

We are

reaching out for the wall

to steady our swirling confusion –

yikes –

no wall

no hands

no more.

I don’t know how

we keep on playing such

serious life games.

How do we go on

getting out of bed

putting on

our clothes,

talking about tomorrow?

Ignore me,

I’m in an achy,



I’ve swum


laps in

the molasses

of my waste.

Just wait

perhaps soon after

I towel off,

I look up and

the stars remind

me to forget.



20 Responses to “slimed”

  1. Hariod Brawn October 31, 2014 at 1:07 am #

    Oh what a beautiful ending; I wasn’t expecting that. In fact, I had in mind Hamlet’s soliloquy as I read your piece here Marga – hey, you’re in elevated company honey! Anyway, you know the one; our prince is feeling a bit off colour with the world, just as you dear princess first appear to be in your regal work above:

    ‘I have of late – but wherefore I know not – lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?’

    Hariod. ❤

    • marga t. October 31, 2014 at 2:53 am #

      There is some sort of lifting that occurs by calling it out and pulling up words to attach to the heaviness of some mood-states.
      Ah Hariod,
      Shakespeare? Goodness. I relived the words with your posting of a classroom recitation of this very soliloquy. His images and metaphors make me want to pull out the eraser and give it all a go again or rather just read and read and read the ones who capture it for all of us, so well. The mood hailed a bike taxi, so while I can still catch sight of it down the road, it is moving out of town. I can relate so to Hamlet as I am from a town called Ambivalence. Ease and joy to you! xo! m

  2. risinghawk October 31, 2014 at 1:59 am #

    Love this – you are a truly gifted poet! Peace . . .

    • marga t. October 31, 2014 at 2:54 am #

      You are so kind. I am posting my self-medicating words for a pressing mind state. I am glad to say it worked to help it move on! I wish you much peace and ease in your corner, tonight! m

      • risinghawk October 31, 2014 at 2:57 am #

        I am so glad! Yo truly are a gifted writer 🙂 I’m happy that it helped you! Peace . . .

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  4. MichelleMarie October 31, 2014 at 2:55 am #

    Oh gosh I’ve swim some laps like this! Very tiring in fact I just finished and towered off as well took tomorrow off! There has to be something different!
    Risinghawk is spot on about your writing! Wonderful! 😄

    • marga t. October 31, 2014 at 3:19 pm #

      So nice to meet you, MIchelle. Enjoying this Friday with you, as we step outside of muck and create that something different! I am looking forward to a visit to your corner!

      • MichelleMarie November 1, 2014 at 3:04 am #

        Oh wow thank you so much! I plan on visiting you as well! Have a blessed weeekend! 😄

  5. kellie@writingmoment October 31, 2014 at 3:00 am #

    Lovely! and I especially loved the ending, the stars have a way of doing that 🙂

    • marga t. October 31, 2014 at 3:15 pm #

      Thank goodness for stars 🙂

  6. smilecalm October 31, 2014 at 5:03 am #

    and having one of those moments 🙂

    • marga t. October 31, 2014 at 3:16 pm #

      sharing of these
      helps me
      smile more
      calmly 🙂

    • ~meredith November 7, 2014 at 3:58 pm #

      Present. (is this moment a sangha for the weary? we breathe the raggedness together, circling together, knowing together. yes… the bell chants in the distance. i hear!) _/|\_

  7. Kelly Kuhn October 31, 2014 at 4:56 pm #

    Love, love, love this!

    • marga t. November 1, 2014 at 4:11 pm #

      There you are! Hope classes are going well!!!

  8. Michael October 31, 2014 at 10:43 pm #

    Oh, how you’re writing strikes so many notes on the scale simultaneously, even the ones in the invisible octaves. This is important: to be able to stand in a vapid wind with food in our grinning teeth, staring at the electrified-gas lit beverage tank, and to reach in and pull out the greenest, blackest kombucha in the back. The outdated one. And chug it. Then wipe your mouth off with the back of your arm and rest easy knowing you just committed an act of defiance against meaninglessness.

    Or you could write your way through the wind…

    Do you drink that slime on the bottom? I always feel like I add a month to my life if I grimace and swallow a small metropolis of those jazzy little beings. The problem is that for all my good intentions I can’t make it out of the parking space without having those things blow up in the car.


    • marga t. November 1, 2014 at 4:15 pm #

      To slime or not to slime, that is a question! I have just consumed my very first home brewed bottle of kombucha – over a month in getting to this first “swiggable” point. Boy, was it slimy 🙂 I have to admit, I filtered it, so I will be exiting the planet a few months earlier, now. haha. So true on the exploding nature – not a drink for polite company. I am always so amazed that people get my strangeness – join in – and make it a party. Raising my glass to cheer you, Michael, with slime and carbonation!

  9. Andrea November 1, 2014 at 2:09 pm #

    I love your self medication. I shall join you in tossing the Wal-Mart McDonald’s slime into the brewing kombucha cauldron. Perhaps after much bubbling and fermenting they shall become more palatable. If not, then we should probably just get drunk on the stars. 🙂 Thank you for your self medication, your ointment sooths my aching joints.

    • marga t. November 1, 2014 at 4:17 pm #

      So terrific in my often quiet realm, these days, to know that you are joining me under the stars for much merriment! I see you have a post up that I will visit in a few. It is a treat I am delaying as I force myself to grade a bit. 5 papers more and I get to visit A in her wonderful corner!

      xo!! m

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