I Crack Myself Up

I crack myself up over

how I cracked up

over you

I crack myself up

these days

before my temper

gets a chance to

crack something

I get in there first

I crack myself up

since you stopped pressing

the very buttons you

once adored

it all cracks me up now

I drop the grater

I say, Great!

Funny girl I say to myself

and crack up

You see how

I crack myself up

these days?!

© Rebecca Rennie 2005 (Completed 2012)

Insomnia ***(favourite)

please poem
do not come now
away! down! rise with the sun!
let me be.

you turn up now
despite the dark &
these brick lids,
to suck me out of my
bouyant raft where
I would rather float off
than go under with you.

you cry,
like the unfed child i never.
you want milk ink -
you want it now -
you will wail in my head
till I lift you soft from
your cot, my heart.

i would orphan you
at once if i could

where precisely do you sleep? within which ravine of my soul?
let me find the spot and
put you back there.
am I mad there? am I stale?
tell me about me.

and about that sculptor -
you his sub-pilot too? nagging at him of a weary night
till his hands take off like mine?
do you ruddy pummel at his core until
he rises to the throng to
be done with it – you?

alright, you win
if one must carve
one must.
you lurking chunk of rock
waiting there in the
mildewy recess of consciousness,
you catch me offguard every time.

there
are you out now?
may i go? you had your way with me you
mysterious organism –
soul-fired, you feed off me, you little animal.

you are born, bled and fed.
you are done, now let me go.
but wait, i hear another one
don’t tell me you brought friends?

 © Rebecca Rennie 2000 (Edited 2012)