Saturday, March 12, 2011

sfizio 3

the father bought in post war ‘47
son giovani is the new/old owner.
renter rocco’s relief,
as old as i.

yet, i do recall
giovani’s old aunt,
there, made me eggs
fifteen years before.

after a scrambled egg breakfast
i walked long down via Cavour
to wait under shade of the coliseum
until M. cried out - "here it comes,

it’s the 271,
this is it, get on!"
“now?” i ask. “or should i wait
until it gets here?”

“wait, no. don’t get on," m. says.
then changes again, "no, hurry! get on"!
the doors are closing,
i leap rush into the humanity

packed in that rolling blue can
to ride the crowds again
crushed in waves
we’re rolling, rolling on.

think twice,
dear heart,
or thrice, if need be,
may things work better that way.

Monday, March 07, 2011

return of the love meter

love test - completely accurate short version

question one
has he ever told you
that he’s finished watching
either live or televised sports
and would rather be
shoe shopping at the mall
with you?

question two
if the answer to question one is yes -
did you know he was lying?

question three
what’s for dinner?


Saturday, September 26, 2009
TomC said...
I have only attempted that ploy when maneuvering for more Harley chrome goodies. Emphasis on "attempted"...

Saturday, September 26, 2009
Julie said...
Ha! Ha! I love the poem! What's up with dragging hubby along? I've never understood why women do that.

Sunday, September 27, 2009
Annie K said...
What's for dinner? Frozen lasagna. If hubby can help you make the salads, he passes the test!