foul out

5 Feb

More so than bliss,
follow the scent of something off
wrong, disgusting, foul,

phey, phew, phuck, phlulahlah…
what is rotten in your denmark?
don’t turn away.
Some little wrongness
can be just the thing to snag a thread
of you.
Then as you go about your day,
you will be unwinding the stitching
of you –
you
who can’t watch the world without a running commentary,
you
who separate all you see into piles
of good for you

and

not good for you

and
boring.

You can splurge into the good

until you see that nothing’s there,

but that may take a while

because the bottom of yummy is a long way down.

Inhale the stink until what is not so good

makes you soften into love.

Ready now, you can

dive into the nothing

until you begin to crave embodyย the stillness

already embedded in everything.

Upon your covered entrance

arrive the preordered

winks and syncs,

even in the rain.

You won’t fear the dinosaur days

when you areย in the corner

stacked up for the goodwill truck.

You will still be able to

smell the vegetables in your soup and

savour the broth upon your spoon.

16 Responses to “foul out”

  1. Hariod Brawn February 5, 2015 at 12:59 am #

    Should we “crave the stillness”, then it would seem we’ve still not reached “the bottom of yummy”. What a deep pot this is to consider. . .

    “Methinks that’s a tricky one”, thought Tigger, as he watched his friend Pooh clambering out of the honey pot and getting even more covered in the sticky stuff as he did so.

    • marga t. February 5, 2015 at 1:11 am #

      There may be an edit coming… I actually changed “enjoy” to “crave” – but that isn’t quite it either – maybe I still am licking the honey pot and can’t see for the all the sticky, yumbly in my tumbly ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Hariod Brawn February 5, 2015 at 11:59 am #

        Embody the Tao of Pooh. Nice one Marga! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Michael February 5, 2015 at 2:23 am #

    Yes… one little pea under the mattress… if it unravels us, we should pay attention. Pull on the thread. Get turned inside out. Melt. I loved your line, “Inhale the stink until what is not so good makes you soften into love.” I think that should be on a billboard somewhere as you drive into pig-farming country. It should be announced on the radio based on your GPS coordinates, like when you walk through the perfume and cologne section of the department store. The new smart phones should be able to detect VOC’s and aromatics in the air, and offer this sound advice to all the innocent bystanders.

    But, Miss M, what do we do about the boring pile? I kind of figure that pile just disappears once the winks and syncs given to the trees and the little blades of grass start returning to their sender, multiplied… ๐Ÿ™‚

    A rich stew of an offering here…

    Michael

    • marga t. February 6, 2015 at 9:52 pm #

      I think I may be just reporting from the dream scape a real billboard I saw, just as you describe! And about “boring,” can’t even imagine how boring could ever be, ever again. I was imagining how the my sitting still and staring out at the way sunlight reflects off the wings of the white birds over the marsh for long stretches of time might look to one watching the one watching.
      commenting is like communion with bread broken and dipped in said stew – for which I think thee, dear friend!

  3. ~meredith February 5, 2015 at 3:34 am #

    so powerful and direct, marga.
    broad, strong licks… “what is rotten in your denmark?”

    BOOM, baby! way to go! ~m

    • marga t. February 6, 2015 at 9:53 pm #

      you inspired a visit into the hamlet realm. The boom ricochets around here, doesn’t it?!! xo! m

  4. smilecalm February 5, 2015 at 7:58 am #

    that’s what i got
    when requested,
    hey good looking
    houza bout cookin’
    something up for me ๐Ÿ™‚

    • marga t. February 6, 2015 at 9:57 pm #

      Of course you did, David ๐Ÿ˜‰ How’d it turn out?

      • smilecalm February 7, 2015 at 8:13 am #

        thinking about it, marga
        after all these years
        still digesting ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. M.A. February 5, 2015 at 1:52 pm #

    A bit of magic this. Alchemy. Poetically stirring the shit. Reminds me of the phrase “whew! that smells!” Well doesn’t everything that’s alive? Isn’t it the gases generated by the living organisms feeding on the garbage that give rot its lively bouquet? Thanks for this.

    • marga t. February 6, 2015 at 10:00 pm #

      Stink seemed a faster route to me in that moment words were bubbling up after I took off my rose-colored glasses. Whew, what doesn’t smell? Thank you for the reblog. m ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. M.A. February 5, 2015 at 1:53 pm #

    Reblogged this on Dark, On the Prairie and commented:
    Just something to jiggle your day a bit.

  7. cheyennepaints February 6, 2015 at 5:29 am #

    When we smell the stink do we have to wrinkle our nose each time? I’m practicing smoothness…

    • marga t. February 6, 2015 at 10:02 pm #

      Smoothness is very advanced, Cheyenne, I suspect, a response reflecting the evenness of viewing all as the same, from the zoomed out view. Good for the skin layer, too! ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. ViewPacific February 9, 2015 at 9:40 pm #

    Reblogged this on 30 Poems in 30 Days and commented:
    “The bottom of yummy is a long way down.”
    On the other side of whatever we’re avoiding is the lovely freedom we gain from no longer avoiding it. And, there’s more!

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