Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Already In Place
I start to rub my hands together
Creating heat and my fingers
Wiggle into life as they
Grasp tools already in place.
For there is no beginning
To my bones….
They stretch on through time
An endless inner structure
To all my creativity
Standing me up to tasks.
For I am beyond bipedal
‘Cause I’m bipedalling my ass off
Giving myself a swift paddle
In the behind.. in the bowl of life,
While its slippery noodle soup
Wraps its sticky pasta
Around my weak-ass heart.
I pinch a fork between my finger bones
And scoop life up, hot baby, real hot
Life is a real burner.
For I learned a long while back
That life doesn’t simmer
It bakes and boils, fries shit up, then
Hides in the fridge, behind the beer
Until it surprises you with leftovers
You see, that’s not a worry, ‘cause baby,
My hands are rubbing, creating heat
I can grasp the tools already in place.
Like I grasp you, already in place
You, a warm rain desert muscle
We are being creative, together
Get my rift?
I open up and we know
New bones come out of the sand.
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Elan Mudrow 
Humorous yet intense 🙂
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Images in my head created by your beautiful words,, Special read..
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Reblogged this on Lean in to Joy with Boneweaver and commented:
Lovely!
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Wonderful imagery!
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Yes, I agree. No explanation desired, just wanted to share I enjoyed feeling a bit puzzled.
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It’s never a good practice for a poet to explain a poem. The reader has their own ideas. Sometimes I do. In this case, you are on your own.
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Still puzzling over the ending. Enjoy poetry that has me think.
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This is stunning
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Very enjoyable read
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*screams hyterically*
I love this!!!!
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🙂
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Thanks!
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“For I am beyond bipedal
‘Cause I’m bipedalling my ass off”
Awesome 😀
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Very tight. I especially loved:
‘…life doesn’t simmer
It bakes and boils, fries shit up, then
Hides in the fridge, behind the beer
Until it surprises you with leftovers’
Ain’t that the truth.
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“Bipedalling my ass off”…love that, love the writing.
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A sensuous and delightful read. Great imagery of hands.
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