POETRY 2001

I shiver, I shudder, I feel a coming.
Someone is strumming,
here in my stomach.

Something cracked in my back
and now my head is thrumming,
my body is humming.

Someone's coming.

I was waiting,
confused and hesitating.
I knew I was going to erupt,
I knew it would be abrupt.

CHANGE
is coming.
CHANGE
is humming, strumming me
throbbing, mobbing me.

CHANGE
is
chanting in my ear,
shaking up my year,
tossing out my fear.

Now, I'm open and change is here.
The juice is spreading through me
and those who thought they knew me
will wonder who the hell I am
and those who give a damn
will have to wade through the forest,
find my lush and steamy jungle nest.

The change has set me loose,
see me dancing in the juice!

I'm alive! And I know,
I'm WET! From head to toe.

No more need to wait
I'm ready to create.
I'm dancing, I'm singing,
The holy bells are ringing!

Hallejulah, the CHANGE has come to me
EXPLODED in my empty tummy
and filled it with juice.

Sweet,
warm,
wet,
wild,
willing,
so fulfilling,
JUICE!

Also written on Nov. 6th, but after the bath.