Wow. I was just reeled in,
and taken hook and sinker by some fast lines
Like the zzzzzpt and buzz
of a big, fat, scratchy Texan junebug
under wet brown August heat.
I was taken
like fireflies to a sticky Kerr jam jar
like a biglipped Sucker finning in a murky stock tank.
Hm. Bugs me
that a teacher would do this to other needy teachers.
Busts me and disgusts me
that I’ve succumb too.
From Facefoot, to booked, to catch and release
watching webinars on Creative Mindset.
Truth is, I already have this Condition
So, why would I think I needed any more
mid this Abundance?
And yet, I’ve been domesticated
and have subscribed to silly lies
Again and again and again
the sad truth crawls and lingers on like
So many boxes already compartmentalized
in my head
like so many TED talks.
What’s there to dread but clutter?
I’m led to think I’d garner more
in ordering a humpty dumpster
or happy yellow UT-Tow trailor
to make more room for GROWTH.
I simply need to
Imagine, Believe, Receive.
The Arts would come.
Will come and I would welcome them
Then I’d have Fun and expectations
rolled up in one sweet chum ball
Oh, sweet WebinarT!
Let’s brew some sun tea!