Living Here For Fifteen Years 2009

Living Here For Fifteen Years

 Living here for fifteen years

And never noticed insects that I’m seeing now.

It s sign? Compassion new.

It’s May,

The garden hue is miss-mash shades

And textured heights. And right on cue,

A spider – cute, minute.

Purple gr-ellow butterflies

I cannot differentiate from petals.

Small, thick, fat, flat beetles,

Black-brown, iridescent:

Purple this year’s fashion.

Ants so busy

I am forced to dance to walk.

Harmless, menacing

Coming, going.

What is it are they’re doing

In the world of insects working,

Birthing, screwing?

Flies have started landing

In the dishwater.

I scoop and rescue,

Spoon impromptu,

Sad each time I miss or fail.

One second late, and flailing ends.

Insect-sadness, doesn’t last.

I cannot let it.

This year reels around,

Feels much more insect-live

And it’s still May.


© Living Here For Fifteen Years 5.24.2009

Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin




Like Anybody Else 2009

            Like Anybody Else

Like anybody else,

He has his breakfast,

Takes his phone calls,

Listens to his programs,

Needs orgasms.

Needs, behaviors – he’s like others,

Even though he’s famous as the Lord,

His name on everybody’s lips.

Free will is the absentee,

Will there not free,

He is biology

And destiny,

Like everybody else.

© Like Anybody Else 5.18.2009

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;I is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

His Bad Dreams 2009

His Bad Dreams

 Attacked in dreams

By demons he denies.

In dreams he fights and screams.

Angers in his psyche, angers hidden

Coming out

When argument opposes.

Short of hating

He attempts degrading


With barbs, thrusts, parries

He does not know he is angry.

Does not know he can change.

His unconscious foxy,

Deaf, unyielding,

There is no appealing to his logic.

Then he laughs:

His final weapon.


© His Bad Dreams 7.10.2009

Special People, Special Occasions; Love Relationships; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin






Going Alone (lyric to Straight, No Chaser T. Monk)2009

Going Alone (lyric to Straight, No Chaser T. Monk)

 I’m going alone,

I’m gonna go it alone.

I’m going alone,

I’m gonna go it all alone because –

I am a vagabond girl.

I like a lyric.

I’ve got the spirit.

I’d like to visit

All the guys who wrote

The notes that gave us all

The blues that we love.


© Going Alone 4.13.2009


Arlene Corwin



Another Childhood Friend 2009

Another Childhood Friend

 A friend

From childhood

Is dead. She died

On Monday.

Now it’s Wednesday.

She’ll be buried Thursday.


To work for things of lasting value,

Lose all fear,

Death palpable:

Mystery and disappearance.

She, there.

Me, here.


Turn frustration

Into gain,

Lasting benefit.


Creativity take shape.

That step

Is for another friend

From childhood

Who’s died.


© Another Childhood Friend 6.4.2009

Birth, Death & In Between; Special People, Special Occasions; Time;

Arlene Corwin

To Eleanor


A Giving Up 2009

A Giving Up

 Coming to terms


To revelation.

Going through a looking glass.

Losing without knowing what…

Cynicism in the making,



Seeing through the idol futile;


Sudden – as an insight is –

With sadness, maybe

Worthlessness: a -ness, in any case;

Response and call.

But less is more,

(and odd, there’s hope)

And so you go to bed – and sleep.


© A Giving Up 6.15.2009

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

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