Saturday, November 02, 2013

chance note

a variety of consciousnesses
preamble the talk, that other eve,
now past, forgotten, thank goodness.
change of  idea sub stratum  .  .  .

to Angelo i say, dirty water,
what they call caffe Americano,
first savored, then vetoed.
cappuccino me forever.

tension hangs air
as blown perm heavy in leopard pants
parading by, pulls small dog on chain.
forward - another day in paradise.

on wing time goes by. 
stumbling,  i make my way
taking choices
to live,  to learn - a veritable gamble.

then a bright flash idea occurs to me
which is immediately
lost amid random papers 
on the kitchen table of my mind