Second Guesses

My keys, I have them right? Oh, but of course

How else would my car's engine roar along?

My phone, do I have that? I had to force

Myself to leave it be when tweeted. Wrong,

So wrong, this second-guessing, but it can't

Be helped. An active brain will always chew

On what it has available; if scant

Is fed to it, its own substance will do.

Garage door -- surely closed -- but better check.

That pocket bulge is just your wallet, though

Best make sure it's not out there on the deck

Or on the kitchen table still. You know,

Self-trust seems most elusive when one must

Prepare for something special. All is dust.

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In Which I Have A Proust Moment Of Sorts

The sound of bagpipes and the sight of plaid,
So vivid, and the taste of weak iced tea,
But why, on a plain Thursday? I have had
A tough time, just explaining what must be
A neuro-hiccough of some kind. Just now,
The revelation struck! A treasured friend
With whom I work has some way and somehow
Begun to smell just like another. When
I was a younger gal, Glen Glidden's home
Was quite a common destination for
My family. Once Glen and Dad did roam
The highways of a night and their rapport
Transcended how they made their livings. Sigh,
So nice to be reminded of that guy.

In Which I Prepare For #BrainHackWithDrums

I've had me one fine soporific day

That could lead to a listless, hopeless night.

To free myself from ennui's bitter sway

A weapon I'll turn loose for this, my fight.

The Jedi, IsoBan, says music is

A way to hack your brain, and this is true.

The cobwebs being thick, I'm choosing this:

A lot of great drum music, shared with you

On Blip.fm. So tune in if you please,

For Buddy Rich, Jon Bonham, Cozy Powell,

Some gamelan and Ondekoza. Jeez!

So much to choose from I am like to howl!

So pound those skins, boys, shake me from my trance

And look the other way; I might just dance.