Drive

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
All Rights Reserved

Personalized plates
drive home my favorite affirmation:
High energy!

Gone are the days
when people didn’t get it
asked, “What’s a high nurge?”
I’d never think of a good comeback
till they were long gone.
“It’s an urge to get high.”

That’s my urge now
not on weed or other substances
but on joy and life force
body chemistry firing go-juice
torching my vitality.

Recovering from exhaustion
worried that my license plates
might be revoked
for violation
of truth in advertising

I sit in my energetic slump
wonder if the fact
that I’ve misplaced
my DMV renewal
is another sign
I still drive myself
too hard.

Today I Saran Wrapped My Sanity and Unplugged the Refrigerator

You can see right through it
and it never sticks
like it says it should
(reminds me of men I have known)
so I stuck it in the icebox, pulled the plug, and hoped.

I think I just saw it oozing
toward my big toe.
Mixed with the grape
popsicle juice
and the smell of stale fish,
it almost looks green.

Guess I gotta clean it up
or move my foot.




© 2010 by Joyce Mason
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joycemason.com

Author's Note: Today I Saran Wrapped My Sanity is part of a three-poem trilogy I call The Sanity Poems, which also include No Cry but a Quicksand and The Glass Blower and the Goat