Dot ~ Gotta dash...

*
Hey, say
Dot!
What eye of mind do you see,
Be it i, or I?
~ Moi

“Some of it was up here ~ well
North of the Arctic Circle ~ Gates of the Arctic
Vicinity, in particular, of
That I’m aware.”
~ Dot

A circle, or a geo ~
Graphy? Or perhaps, an aurora
Borealis? Once, a long time ago,
Alice said to me, secretly, in privacy,
“V, have ever done the Nasty?”
Puzzled, yes, I was,
Understood
Not
What Alice meant. [Sometimes, yes,
Alice can be mean, or rather,
I should say,
She’s mean to me!] So I replied,
Tried
To explain nicely,
“Well, Alice,
Once upon a time, yes,
I did, I worked for Conde Nasty,
To be precise,
That would a glossy magazine, oft read
By those who loiter glamorously
On the mezzanine, sipping
Their afternoon tea, glancing
Around so passionately
For idle conversation, or better yet, a bone
To chew off the fat
Of the land.
~ Moi

“What glossy rag was that?”
~ Dot

That was “Vanity Fair,”
It was. Not the first edition, but
The second revival, their attempted
Revitalization.
~ Moi

“And who, pray tell, may I ask
Was then the Editor,
The Chief of that vain-glory publication,
That tract of a vanishing breed?”
~ Dot

Well, to be sure, in all honestly,
As you know, I always am, except of course
When hurt feelings are at stake ~
I’ll say, among the Trio
The Triumvirate of Post ~ Mod ~
Urn Vanitas Editorial Matrix Mavens,
O, let’s stop to count. First, Mr.
Richard Locke, my Columbia Graduate
Writing teacher. Secondly, the celebrated Ms.,
Oft scandalizing, Tina Brown.
And the third-time round, Mr.
H. Gray, who presently rules that rooster
Boosting Fame Facility, with
Facile infamous fanfare.

“Ah, indeed, ‘Vanity Fair,’
I’ve read that magazine, but only, please
Carefully note, when visiting
My dentist’s office. Never, I would buy,
But when waiting so anxiously, to fix
My teeth, yes, only then, I
Succumb.”
~ Dot

So well, I understand.
Me, when visiting my psychiatrist,
While waiting patiently,
I peruse
GQ.
~ Moi

“I see. So, who,
Your Vain Editor Domintrix?”
~ Dot

O alas, I forgot to say ~
Yes, Ms.
Tina. And while there, all
5 weeks, so soon, I resigned,
The facts of checqued, but most,
Of the time, I could not tell
Fact from Fiction. And know ~
Please, until this day, 30 days discounting
What’s in store, not counting nasty
Insinuations, still I do not know,
Still I cannot reliably distinguish Fact
From Fictional accounts. Although, true,
I’ll confess, I’ll
Admit, my newly acquired Fictionary
Serves me well. Much more’s
Swell now.
~ Moi

“I don’t remember how,
How much they charge, those psychiatrists.
I did a day up there, but while I waited someone
Floated by (faster, before than I’d ever seen)
Or had substantial chance to witness
On river crossings (slower, all the better to know
Her when I see her!).”
~ Dot

So true,
Dot, I do so well
Understand you. But may I ask,
If you don’t mind, too terribly, when that
You saw, someone drifting by, so effortlessly,
What did you do, what did you feel?
Did you dash away, or did you decide
To stay? Or perhaps, thought, as I
To myself thought one day, when seeing
Thusly my Late Great Grande Uncle Felix
Roughly spin by, not unlike
A helix crystallizing.
~ Moi

“O so very interesting. But alas, please
Note,
You failed to mention
What is was you thought
While there, while waiting patiently, while
Visiting your psychiatrist, when there
You saw your Uncle Felix
Roughly.”
~ Dot

“O so true, I forgot
To tell you. No matter now, please
Know it’s nothing personal, not at all,
But now, the Hour! I gotta go, I gotta
Pee. I gotta
Go shower!
~ Moi

“O well, so I’ll finish my thoughts regarding
The book ‘Arctic Village,’ which was encased
Loosely
On Wiseman. In fact, some
Of his hikes were on the up and up,
So near one of my study areas.”
~ Dot

O that’s nice.
My area of study, I’ll say, before I go,
Was in the Arctic Circle. Once, Jock Mok, Norway,
I traveled to, straight up, straight north
Along the Polar Bear Express, yes,
I
Rode the Third Rail. And all the while,
I listened, now that you’ve reminded
Me,
Of Grieg...
8gone8
~ Moi

~ Slippery
Slope ~

“The problem ~ I lack
The competence to know,
First, which theories can be safely discounted
As bunk (my flakiness-detector,
Yes, fairly sensitive,
So any claim of a dietary/allergy ~
Related "cure for ADHD," I know
Enough to avoid ~ but
Beyond
That,
Yes, I’m lost at sea).”
~ RBurke

Beyond your bunk,
You say, you're lost,
You sailed, foregone your orgone zone,
Gone way too far, too far out in the swirling sea?
But first, before I tell you more,
Or what's in store, please tell me, your bunk,
Your bed role, have you made? If so,
That's swell. Those waves, yes, crest
And swell, and as Ms.
Virginia Wolfe so aptly said, for the swimmer
Among them, yes,
Quite frightening,
And scary, too! So point your compass
North, where it's safe to see
The aurora borealis ~ When lost
Or flailing helpless at sea, your answer
Is as simple as this:
Seek your light
Source, as well, your gravity, your center-
Board keel. Inner light, your divine illumination
Source, a sure spot of land to map your sails
Toward, to frame your wayward
Listing vessel back on course.
So please note: adjust
Your course
As you must,
Or consider, as well, how you'd rein
Your galloping horse.
Alas, yes,
Both
Require a puff of wind, an inspiration
Breath before your exaltation, your breath
Exhaled to billow, to puff your flagging
Sails. So know! Map your journey
But remember thus ~ Do not debunk
Your bunk, your blankie
Warm ~ Regard, your bed, your homestead.
~ Moi

“And second,
Which end of the process
To start at -- eg not allergies --> not dietary sensitivities -->
not X --> not Y -->,
And thusly so
Forth.”
~ RBurke

Yes, you well describe
The checkquered, blessed way.
No fool, I see, your light, your arching
Marching orders, your bale of hay
Autographed so elegantly
Packaged, your gift, your father's
Inscribed your counselor's
Write large.
~ Moi

So dewly recognized, your reconnaissance
Relies on your pretty blew eyes!
But this I'll say ~
Try Z,
An axis perpendicular
To both X and Y.
Or just say ~
[Hey!]

So with that dewly said,
Aptly noted,
Let's stay today on task ~

Regarding now your notable
Exception, your question posed,
I counsel well you this pearl
Cultured from Sandy knowledge,
That’s Mr.
McClatchey, please see my afore ~
Mentioned reference citations, footnotes, dewly
Noted, too. So ~

Let
‘s give this one more turn, another try,
Another screw ~
[Because, yes, Sandy knew, he read,
He knew my words, he puffed
And huffed my sailboat, too]

Now Puff again ~ So respect
Each foaming crest, each teeming
~ wave ~
Will blow you closer home, will billow
Your sail, and puff up your pillow,
Your feathered Goose. Folly,
Yes, my goose, her name.
Once done, now understood,
Set your sails, your cotton sheets, your
Flannel duvet counterpane toward the wind,
Your common goal,
Your bedmate’s noted role ~
Tackle each and every day, as a steeple course,
A elegant Fox Hound Chase, which choose,
You may, to illustrate
On your pillow case.
Now as for riding
Your horse so elegantly ~ Let Mother Nature
Nurture and adjust your Dressage Riding Lesson
Curriculum course.
If you surely see
That, your wobbling course
At sea will sail so effortlessly!
You'll
Deftly jump, leap weightlessly, your
Grande jette ~ surpassing each barrier,
Every obstacle that frustrates your chosen way,
Your chosen hand for love. So know!
Do not debunk your love, instead, embark
Toward your lover's side, your
Ethereal beloved one! And to make
Double ~|Sure
This gift I offer you
~Windex Au Naturalle~

Banish, hear,
Clouds that obscure your sea-bourne water ~
Escaped view.
But O know! Be sure
To horse around,
Be sure to play the clown, or say,
Today, just spin around ~ O look!
I
Spot
Elf,
Fancy prancing Chinese
Crested
Ballet
Dancing dog.
So see? Your sails
Adjust so marvelously,
As you muster your courage, aspire high
Toward your ever ~ most energized charged
Double-A Divine Battery. Your bunk,
Please, keep close your Velveteen Bunny,
Too.
But learn you must
When and whom
To trust. Too, you must yearn.
~ Moi

“Therefore, thusly noted. But as
For ADHD,
Any advice for me,
Say, how to set my rudder?”
~ RBurke

Trust your mother,
No other knows you first.
Add your assets,
Subtract your fear,
And steer
Your pleasant voyage,
Sometimes with utter secrecy, keep safe
Your keepsake, your lock's
Key, your map, your Magik Territory ~
Your New Found Land!
So scrape
Together your pennies,
Nickels, all
Your dimes, your fine rhymes!
Count them up, thank your piggy
Bank.
Now, too, have your any Green
Savings Stamps? And booklet to paste
Them in?
If not, go! Know! Back
To the grocery store,
And bring back all you need. Lots of licking you ~
Will only do.
So paste your stamps, press your luck
Into your Green Stamp Trading books,
And when you're done, a new croquet set
We'll will trade them for, so valiantly,
So historically planned for your
Estate Esteem ~ Your Red Queen,
Your beloved heart, already
Told me so, so long
Ago. So know! Go ~
~ Moi

“Is there a reason
You can't have him diagnosed
By a physician??"

None whatsoever, but alas,
Be wise ~ Account
As well, take measure this Holiday
Season
As well, your reason why?
Is your doc
A masqued and krazy Count or Countess
Foole? One recently escaped from Transylvania? English
Peas, What If? Does he recommend
You feed your goldfish those garden green
Legumes? If so, that's Bunk!
So
Know!
If knowledge affirms, makes your squirm,
So well, so much the better!
So
A cure klew
Surely you may
Acquire, if
You inquire as to the color
Of her clothing
Worn. All black, or conversely, polka dot?
Scrub clean green,
Nature’s way,
Your doctor's
Motivation, inspect so carefully her tongue
Depressor. Does she depress your spirits,
Too? If so, nothing’s
Safe unless your mother disinfects
Your hand-held Morse Code telephone.
Especially note,
If you're a grrl
At home
All alone!
So as for
~ The Diagnostic Code ~
Just see: Version IV.
Version V forthcoming soon.
But as for diagnosing now your AD ~
[Hi!]D,
As well, to guide your rudder ~
Properly,
My counsel's as simple,
As short as this:
Ask your Mother.
None other.
~ Moi
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