Red or green?

I feel spicy today. Dare I say, Scotch Bonnet spicy? Ohhhh yesssssssss - I dare. No real reason, although calling the Smithsonian and telling them to get off my ass was pretty invigorating. Maybe I just feel accomplished? Fuck that, I like spicy. And besides, if I can take spicy to work with me I'll make spicy $$$$ - kaching beeches. I didn't get to work on my poem today, but I've been practicing another poem for a different spoken word event that should be mighty fun. Maybe that's why I feel spicy - I'm starting to get involved with the things that make my world go round again. Have you ever been so good at something and then for whatever reason you stopped doing it? Only to find that starting after a hiatus isn't as easy a the proverbial bike riding? Well, if you've never done it - don't. Take it from me, a break to rejuvenate the mental and spiritual is one thing, but a fucking hiatus is just dumb. It also makes you feel lonely and useless. If you are meant to be ANY kind of artist - poet, painter, dancer, potter, weaver, lover, father, cobbler, chef, gardener, carpenter, etc. - you have to do it, or else live a 1/2 empty life. That's one way I think you can tell if you are a true artist who has something to offer the universe (that and drug overdose seem to be pretty standard). Hopefully this isn't just a phase. I don't think it is though. I realize I'm getting older and I've got to get my act together. I feel like my brain is jumbled and clouded with all these ideas and experiences from the past few years waiting to ooze out. Like a zit or a volcano that's boiling just beneath the surface, getting hotter and more agonizing. I have a lot of things to say, and on my behalf I think I can say them in a beautiful way. So here's to pustulating brain clouds!!!! May they be prolific and tumultuous, poignant and historic!