It’s what you figure out
and convey in your work
that will let everyone know
you are really a writer.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
another space between
another space between
on a bus way out again,
way up denial, 27 march,
one month into chronic birthday digestion
make a note
sound waves, light waves, ocean waves
slow waves, fast waves, wet waves
more stuff you don’t have to Google
on the bus with folks from Nigeria
the six year old kid was quiet and observant
obviously not a TV junky, make a note -
dots of sun light from a board with holes - do it
not thinking of you, like the two end to end
parking spaces open and a one car pulls in the middle
and essentially takes two
he was not thinking of you either
deep up denial again, but it’s all true
i could tell we were far out of the city
when we saw a guy leading two camels,
at least they were on the sidewalk
sometime notes i make on the bus
can’t be deciphered because of the jiggle
but i know what i saw
about the camels i mean, i do so verify
note: when Italians count on their fingers
unlike America where one is the index finger
here, one is the thumb
just thought i’d let you know
m. just read a news story online
about a man arrested for trying to revive
a road kill possum
with mouth to mouth resuscitation
then TomC writes to say
he couldn’t digest his cornflakes or something
cause i skipped a day
pshaw! maybe when i was ten
i could have skipped all day.
what i did was lose a day just like
Ray Miland in Lost Weekend, Billy Wilder, 1945,
in which he played an alcoholic
and i just saved you more Googling
maybe Google lost some money then
and/or will make it up
somewhere else
note - if i wrote this in paragraph form
and you printed it, it’d waste money
on ink for big letters and periods
or space there of
on a bus way out again,
way up denial, 27 march,
one month into chronic birthday digestion
make a note
sound waves, light waves, ocean waves
slow waves, fast waves, wet waves
more stuff you don’t have to Google
on the bus with folks from Nigeria
the six year old kid was quiet and observant
obviously not a TV junky, make a note -
dots of sun light from a board with holes - do it
not thinking of you, like the two end to end
parking spaces open and a one car pulls in the middle
and essentially takes two
he was not thinking of you either
deep up denial again, but it’s all true
i could tell we were far out of the city
when we saw a guy leading two camels,
at least they were on the sidewalk
sometime notes i make on the bus
can’t be deciphered because of the jiggle
but i know what i saw
about the camels i mean, i do so verify
note: when Italians count on their fingers
unlike America where one is the index finger
here, one is the thumb
just thought i’d let you know
m. just read a news story online
about a man arrested for trying to revive
a road kill possum
with mouth to mouth resuscitation
then TomC writes to say
he couldn’t digest his cornflakes or something
cause i skipped a day
pshaw! maybe when i was ten
i could have skipped all day.
what i did was lose a day just like
Ray Miland in Lost Weekend, Billy Wilder, 1945,
in which he played an alcoholic
and i just saved you more Googling
maybe Google lost some money then
and/or will make it up
somewhere else
note - if i wrote this in paragraph form
and you printed it, it’d waste money
on ink for big letters and periods
or space there of
Thursday, March 25, 2010
city advantage
we saw one of three films featured
by the director Kurosawa
from 1949, in black and white,
free admission for the early show
a two minute walk from home
our neighborhood theater, time was right,
students and old people were there
subtitles in Italian, you can’t have everything
the theater was warm, i held my coat,
the people in the film were hot
sweating, every scene
we could see them beaded, dripping,
mopping their faces to remind us
after two hours it began to rain
just in the film,
still the heat continued for them and us,
but now muggy with rain
for 17 hours that seemed like 2
if you still believe in clocks
then it ended, and they let us leave
just like that
we had endured and
liked it a lot,
that’s what years in Italia can do to you,
so watch yourself
by the director Kurosawa
from 1949, in black and white,
free admission for the early show
a two minute walk from home
our neighborhood theater, time was right,
students and old people were there
subtitles in Italian, you can’t have everything
the theater was warm, i held my coat,
the people in the film were hot
sweating, every scene
we could see them beaded, dripping,
mopping their faces to remind us
after two hours it began to rain
just in the film,
still the heat continued for them and us,
but now muggy with rain
for 17 hours that seemed like 2
if you still believe in clocks
then it ended, and they let us leave
just like that
we had endured and
liked it a lot,
that’s what years in Italia can do to you,
so watch yourself
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
massive paralyzing total transit strike
another
massive paralyzing total transit strike
averted,
canceled at the last moment.
as they run, so we shall ride
into the dark heart of urban chaos
didn’t want to get halfway into
the jaws of hell,
some lonely half-deserted road
left to hike out,
have done that already.
what’s this?
a woman trying to be sixteen
and fifty pounds lighter
boards the bus
in brilliant shiny ultra high spike heels
with dagger toe points like a swordfish
waddling from pole to pole
a performing penguin
with red claws,
dainty as can be
as making notes
i ride deep up denial
longing for looking
on something for always,
or pizza for eating,
just a bite
save me
i can’t help it
or me or you
so don’t ask
i’ll say i never heard of it
just the truth
nothing butt,
take me up denial,
cruise by,
say,is that the Sphinx on your head
or just a stylish new hat?
getting off the bus
i look down to see
a flash of white in front of me
my zipper is half way down
and my shirt is sticking through
about half a foot's worth
like a large white rabbit's ear
as they run, so we shall ride
into the dark heart of urban chaos
massive paralyzing total transit strike
averted,
canceled at the last moment.
as they run, so we shall ride
into the dark heart of urban chaos
didn’t want to get halfway into
the jaws of hell,
some lonely half-deserted road
left to hike out,
have done that already.
what’s this?
a woman trying to be sixteen
and fifty pounds lighter
boards the bus
in brilliant shiny ultra high spike heels
with dagger toe points like a swordfish
waddling from pole to pole
a performing penguin
with red claws,
dainty as can be
as making notes
i ride deep up denial
longing for looking
on something for always,
or pizza for eating,
just a bite
save me
i can’t help it
or me or you
so don’t ask
i’ll say i never heard of it
just the truth
nothing butt,
take me up denial,
cruise by,
say,is that the Sphinx on your head
or just a stylish new hat?
getting off the bus
i look down to see
a flash of white in front of me
my zipper is half way down
and my shirt is sticking through
about half a foot's worth
like a large white rabbit's ear
as they run, so we shall ride
into the dark heart of urban chaos
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
graffiti
on a bus ride
that took us
to the other side
of the city
by the University of Rome
a large sign roughly spray painted on a wall
read: spegni i muti, scendi i bance
extinguish the fines, light the banks
that took us
to the other side
of the city
by the University of Rome
a large sign roughly spray painted on a wall
read: spegni i muti, scendi i bance
extinguish the fines, light the banks
Monday, March 22, 2010
8 in my pocket
i carried an 8 in my pocket
cause I heard it would
bring me money,
the next day got 500 euro
cash in my hand
came to me unexpectedly,
i immediately counted it
as coincidence
when the purpose of
carrying an 8 in my pocket
was to bring in money.
what do you think?
should i continue
to carry the number 8
written on a piece of paper
in my pocket?
tell you what,
i have a friend that needs it
i’ll give him an eight
to carry in his pocket
cause I heard it would
bring me money,
the next day got 500 euro
cash in my hand
came to me unexpectedly,
i immediately counted it
as coincidence
when the purpose of
carrying an 8 in my pocket
was to bring in money.
what do you think?
should i continue
to carry the number 8
written on a piece of paper
in my pocket?
tell you what,
i have a friend that needs it
i’ll give him an eight
to carry in his pocket
Sunday, March 21, 2010
marathon
a storm of choppers
over gatherers at the coliseum
and Piazza Venezia,
the heart of Rome
9:05, a five minute delay for television transmission
then it begins,
the front line twenty
then the ten thousand unfold
balloon carriers, applause, waves,
whistles, cameras, banners,
cheers for the courageous ,
the marathon runners of Rome 2010
over gatherers at the coliseum
and Piazza Venezia,
the heart of Rome
9:05, a five minute delay for television transmission
then it begins,
the front line twenty
then the ten thousand unfold
balloon carriers, applause, waves,
whistles, cameras, banners,
cheers for the courageous ,
the marathon runners of Rome 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
on and off again
at each bus stop
the middle door is for exit only
on-getting people have no sense
there are off-going people
although they have done this exchange
a thousand times or more,
it is all new, unveiled to them
as if they’ve never been at the door before
this somehow lead me to think in times like these
when things are tight
for a simple thing like a cup of coffee
some places raise prices
maybe it’s time to cut some slack
readjust and take it easy,
now we ought to step back,
these are new times
consider how we can
get back on track,
new times need new tactics,
for now the old times aren’t coming back
the middle door is for exit only
on-getting people have no sense
there are off-going people
although they have done this exchange
a thousand times or more,
it is all new, unveiled to them
as if they’ve never been at the door before
this somehow lead me to think in times like these
when things are tight
for a simple thing like a cup of coffee
some places raise prices
maybe it’s time to cut some slack
readjust and take it easy,
now we ought to step back,
these are new times
consider how we can
get back on track,
new times need new tactics,
for now the old times aren’t coming back
Friday, March 19, 2010
get ready for summer
get ready for summer
when wind blow
stirs crickets,
no one has to train them
like training the foolish
to do something foolish
isn't necessary,
no lessons to be learned
and summer all -
rushes toward us
tumbling, unfolding in leaves,
happens naturally,
the moon shines bright,
nearly white light,
behind racing clouds
over long fields, fences
lakes and lanes,
cities, rooftops
and trees in green
for miles
and kids and dirt
you need them
have to have them
and ice cream trucks
then nights bring
lonesome train whistles
fish jump
practically hanging in the air
thistles rattle
insects snicker
it’s the wind blow itself
that stirs crickets
no doubt about it.
mark that down
lest you forget,
now you know, how it go,
and it do go on
in dew
for you,
and for me, and forever
when wind blow
stirs crickets,
no one has to train them
like training the foolish
to do something foolish
isn't necessary,
no lessons to be learned
and summer all -
rushes toward us
tumbling, unfolding in leaves,
happens naturally,
the moon shines bright,
nearly white light,
behind racing clouds
over long fields, fences
lakes and lanes,
cities, rooftops
and trees in green
for miles
and kids and dirt
you need them
have to have them
and ice cream trucks
then nights bring
lonesome train whistles
fish jump
practically hanging in the air
thistles rattle
insects snicker
it’s the wind blow itself
that stirs crickets
no doubt about it.
mark that down
lest you forget,
now you know, how it go,
and it do go on
in dew
for you,
and for me, and forever
Labels:
poems of nature
Thursday, March 18, 2010
the string is out
my grandmother
was Polish and spoke English so-so
she used to have the radio on
or grandpa did, as she ironed
she told my mom that she felt bad
for the baseball player called “string”
because she always heard the announcer
say “the string is out”, “the string is out”
this is what announcers said
during the game when it was
a 3 ball, 2 strike full count on a batter,
one pitch remaining for him
my cousins son is in his fifties
his grandfather was my dad’s brother
i knew his grandfather and his great grandfather
also that little old woman who was his
great. great grandmother, oh my . . .
time passes like a soaring bird,
sailing overhead deep,
like a long fly ball heading over the wall
somewhere it’s the bottom of the ninth,
the big game nearing completion,
tap the bat against your shoes,
knock the mud off your cleats
tuck the bill of your hat down to cover the sun,
two out, bases loaded, the full count is on,
one pitch remaining,
the string is out
when it comes down the pipe
go for it,
knock that puppy
over the wall
was Polish and spoke English so-so
she used to have the radio on
or grandpa did, as she ironed
she told my mom that she felt bad
for the baseball player called “string”
because she always heard the announcer
say “the string is out”, “the string is out”
this is what announcers said
during the game when it was
a 3 ball, 2 strike full count on a batter,
one pitch remaining for him
my cousins son is in his fifties
his grandfather was my dad’s brother
i knew his grandfather and his great grandfather
also that little old woman who was his
great. great grandmother, oh my . . .
time passes like a soaring bird,
sailing overhead deep,
like a long fly ball heading over the wall
somewhere it’s the bottom of the ninth,
the big game nearing completion,
tap the bat against your shoes,
knock the mud off your cleats
tuck the bill of your hat down to cover the sun,
two out, bases loaded, the full count is on,
one pitch remaining,
the string is out
when it comes down the pipe
go for it,
knock that puppy
over the wall
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
i am x
i am an x-patriot
living in Roma
in need another letter for this term
not so hopeless, infinite, outcast
something positive,
uplifting, outgoing, optimistic
was thinking this thought
on the way to an appointment
when i realized i had gotten into
the slowest taxi in the free world,
new world, old world,
another planet, any planet
in agonizing minutes Pokey the Driver
had torpedoed my good attitude,
a direct hit into my inner workings
had whipped my mental machinery to jelly
i quivered, i sank, went down
nose first like a rocket pointed to hell.
cross me out, x me out, go ahead x-me good.
i was and am no more, move over, i'll drive
The driver was a nice old man. he just couldn’t push the gas pedal.
Even after I left the cab, usually they’re gone before I can turn my head, he sat there a while before he pulled out into traffic. I was wondering if I was going to have to call a cab for him.
living in Roma
in need another letter for this term
not so hopeless, infinite, outcast
something positive,
uplifting, outgoing, optimistic
was thinking this thought
on the way to an appointment
when i realized i had gotten into
the slowest taxi in the free world,
new world, old world,
another planet, any planet
in agonizing minutes Pokey the Driver
had torpedoed my good attitude,
a direct hit into my inner workings
had whipped my mental machinery to jelly
i quivered, i sank, went down
nose first like a rocket pointed to hell.
cross me out, x me out, go ahead x-me good.
i was and am no more, move over, i'll drive
The driver was a nice old man. he just couldn’t push the gas pedal.
Even after I left the cab, usually they’re gone before I can turn my head, he sat there a while before he pulled out into traffic. I was wondering if I was going to have to call a cab for him.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
woodbine twines
woodbine twines climb higher
where white fragrant flowers go
one after the other,
we shall follow in our time
franco worked for the flower venders,
a woman or two, maybe three of them
covered head to foot in coats
and scarves and inane chatter
would be partners with who knows,
always changing faces,
girasole toward the sun,
now fond franco hasn’t reappeared
he the simple helper schlepper
down on luck, getting by in fancy time
when he wasn’t drinking and falling down
eye trouble, though money never a factor
not when there is none
comes and goes as he wished, as others wished,
then went home, somewhere south,
i heard the name of the village last year
have forgotten the village but not Franco,
thought he’d return
but winter’s over
and he remains gone as the snow
city life is seasons,
that visit, then change,
while woodbine is curling
life does rearrange
where white fragrant flowers go
one after the other,
we shall follow in our time
franco worked for the flower venders,
a woman or two, maybe three of them
covered head to foot in coats
and scarves and inane chatter
would be partners with who knows,
always changing faces,
girasole toward the sun,
now fond franco hasn’t reappeared
he the simple helper schlepper
down on luck, getting by in fancy time
when he wasn’t drinking and falling down
eye trouble, though money never a factor
not when there is none
comes and goes as he wished, as others wished,
then went home, somewhere south,
i heard the name of the village last year
have forgotten the village but not Franco,
thought he’d return
but winter’s over
and he remains gone as the snow
city life is seasons,
that visit, then change,
while woodbine is curling
life does rearrange
Monday, March 15, 2010
the line
mindless repetition
is not really,
for it takes mind and attention
to repeat exactly
repetition then is practice,
to learn a skill
to do it unerringly,
completion of an action beyond fault
next, alteration
and experimentation
lead to discovery
and invention
artistic expression
is on the path
toward improvement
of an idea
is not really,
for it takes mind and attention
to repeat exactly
repetition then is practice,
to learn a skill
to do it unerringly,
completion of an action beyond fault
next, alteration
and experimentation
lead to discovery
and invention
artistic expression
is on the path
toward improvement
of an idea
Labels:
practically science
Sunday, March 14, 2010
be prepared
on a narrow city street
our large city bus stops
behind another,
two, three, four others
our bus driver
says nothing,
gets out, walks away,
doesn’t look back
we get out and get into the front bus
it goes away
with us aboard
we’ll see where it goes
then on another jammed narrow street
all cars are parallel parked
except the one that’s nose in first
and blocks our buses passage
bus honks, a man comes, waves apologies
and moves his little car
hey, this is Roma, we expect chaos,
receive it routinely, good naturedly, warmly
they must put kryptonite in the water
cause we’re all supermen for being here
and then it dulls us enough
to put up with this mess and love it
the bus moves on past new old stores
apartments, flowers on sills, kitties watching,
new kids playing in the streets, a chained yapping dog,
new old folks walking or talking in small groups
we get out to walk in Trastevere
buy pizza slices and ricotta cheese for later
we’re right below Giacomo’s apartment
i call, he invites us up for coffee
he and Virginia with two other couples
had just finished red pasta and green salad lunch,
desserts on the table, we chat over coffee,
meet new people, a good time for all
you never know where the next step leads
when you take to the streets in Roma.
so when you venture out keep a clear head, stay alert,
and like the boy scout motto - be prepared
our large city bus stops
behind another,
two, three, four others
our bus driver
says nothing,
gets out, walks away,
doesn’t look back
we get out and get into the front bus
it goes away
with us aboard
we’ll see where it goes
then on another jammed narrow street
all cars are parallel parked
except the one that’s nose in first
and blocks our buses passage
bus honks, a man comes, waves apologies
and moves his little car
hey, this is Roma, we expect chaos,
receive it routinely, good naturedly, warmly
they must put kryptonite in the water
cause we’re all supermen for being here
and then it dulls us enough
to put up with this mess and love it
the bus moves on past new old stores
apartments, flowers on sills, kitties watching,
new kids playing in the streets, a chained yapping dog,
new old folks walking or talking in small groups
we get out to walk in Trastevere
buy pizza slices and ricotta cheese for later
we’re right below Giacomo’s apartment
i call, he invites us up for coffee
he and Virginia with two other couples
had just finished red pasta and green salad lunch,
desserts on the table, we chat over coffee,
meet new people, a good time for all
you never know where the next step leads
when you take to the streets in Roma.
so when you venture out keep a clear head, stay alert,
and like the boy scout motto - be prepared
Saturday, March 13, 2010
in the back of the bus
a pair of rain wash angels,
bone cold hearts worn
skirting desperation
seated in somber silence
poised, pensive,
tightening spirits,
as we bus rush away
from the maddening center
the princess sisters observe nearby
two younger girls, heads together,
soft giggle working in a word puzzle book.
the older sadly perceive fate of the younger
while along this traffic-bogged way
there are no costly cell phone calls for these riders
full of thought with the occasional low murmur,
remain packed fish in a tin silent
bone cold hearts worn
skirting desperation
seated in somber silence
poised, pensive,
tightening spirits,
as we bus rush away
from the maddening center
the princess sisters observe nearby
two younger girls, heads together,
soft giggle working in a word puzzle book.
the older sadly perceive fate of the younger
while along this traffic-bogged way
there are no costly cell phone calls for these riders
full of thought with the occasional low murmur,
remain packed fish in a tin silent
Friday, March 12, 2010
we are like globes
we are like globes,
similar to the one we live on
with different regions, aspects
when i see you
perhaps my soviet union territory
is facing your north America
always like that
sometimes turned a bit
yet exposing familiar surfaces
we are similar on the edges
where we overlap,
though, if we were to part
then return after a revolution around the sun
and my Australia faced your South America
we wouldn’t recognize each other
we might not even see each other. so
as a point of contact, as reference, as renewal
show me your china, i’ll show you mine
similar to the one we live on
with different regions, aspects
when i see you
perhaps my soviet union territory
is facing your north America
always like that
sometimes turned a bit
yet exposing familiar surfaces
we are similar on the edges
where we overlap,
though, if we were to part
then return after a revolution around the sun
and my Australia faced your South America
we wouldn’t recognize each other
we might not even see each other. so
as a point of contact, as reference, as renewal
show me your china, i’ll show you mine
Labels:
practically science
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Giacomo drove
day began with a walk across Ponte Sisto,
where today machinery is tearing up one end.
wore my dark clip-on sunglasses
couldn’t see at all in the sidewalk glare
rain was on then off in bright sun
if there was dog crap on the sidewalks
hope walked me around it
i knew it was there somewhere
felt comfortable with extreme impaired vision
sight is not only seeing, it is sense,
that’s how camel- back wanderers crossed deserts,
how they decided where to set their tents
my friends arrived quickly as i did,
first son, Alex, glad
to see me, and i him
then a car came - Giacomo his dad, tall, thin
aging son of a Grand Prix driver, mother set speed
records on motorcycle, being first moves his blood.
you have to be crazy to ride when Giacamo's in a hurry
i rode in the front passenger seat
we launched into a fresh rain challenge
Alex had the seat in back
Giacomo drove us to parts of Roma unknown
near the airport, near the river
far, and turning fast enough to make me shiver,
into the land of warehouses and such, we picked up insulation
enough to pack the car to the ceiling leaving no room for us,
then we got in anyway, and sped away
soaring through heavy traffic, now rain again,
a red light blinked while a dash alarm sound every few minutes
i asked unconcerned Giacomo what it was
he said it signaled something, and kept going
and on we went, a couple of near misses
i heard groans or whimpers in the back seat from Alex,
Giacomo rolled down the window a few times
giving instructions and suggestions to other drivers
he kept driving hard
in the rain
in heavy traffic
in the name of glory
we must have made it
cause i wrote this,
ready to go again – anytime.
with my friend Giacomo
where today machinery is tearing up one end.
wore my dark clip-on sunglasses
couldn’t see at all in the sidewalk glare
rain was on then off in bright sun
if there was dog crap on the sidewalks
hope walked me around it
i knew it was there somewhere
felt comfortable with extreme impaired vision
sight is not only seeing, it is sense,
that’s how camel- back wanderers crossed deserts,
how they decided where to set their tents
my friends arrived quickly as i did,
first son, Alex, glad
to see me, and i him
then a car came - Giacomo his dad, tall, thin
aging son of a Grand Prix driver, mother set speed
records on motorcycle, being first moves his blood.
you have to be crazy to ride when Giacamo's in a hurry
i rode in the front passenger seat
we launched into a fresh rain challenge
Alex had the seat in back
Giacomo drove us to parts of Roma unknown
near the airport, near the river
far, and turning fast enough to make me shiver,
into the land of warehouses and such, we picked up insulation
enough to pack the car to the ceiling leaving no room for us,
then we got in anyway, and sped away
soaring through heavy traffic, now rain again,
a red light blinked while a dash alarm sound every few minutes
i asked unconcerned Giacomo what it was
he said it signaled something, and kept going
and on we went, a couple of near misses
i heard groans or whimpers in the back seat from Alex,
Giacomo rolled down the window a few times
giving instructions and suggestions to other drivers
he kept driving hard
in the rain
in heavy traffic
in the name of glory
we must have made it
cause i wrote this,
ready to go again – anytime.
with my friend Giacomo
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
ship of dream
the large dark ship of dream
asleep on a flat blue bay,
a cardboard moon above,
nearby sometime in the future
violet tinted creatures reading this
say the continuum has altered
i can’t speak your language, i interject
surprised - they evaporate gracefully into their own time
i use mine to determine what has happened
while a crowd of clowns gather on the dock,
casting off lines on our large dark ship of dreams
“say there”, Bogart says to me under his hat, “easy”
at a glance he appears congenial, overdressed,concerned
leaning on a rail and flicking cigarette ash over the side,
“go easy, and pay no never mind”, i nod absently
all is subdued, dark silent, i’d like a sandwich
the yellow paper moon overhead hasn’t moved
the clowns are gone, Bogart’s smiling, the ship is sailing
on a dark flat sea, just for you,
just for me
asleep on a flat blue bay,
a cardboard moon above,
nearby sometime in the future
violet tinted creatures reading this
say the continuum has altered
i can’t speak your language, i interject
surprised - they evaporate gracefully into their own time
i use mine to determine what has happened
while a crowd of clowns gather on the dock,
casting off lines on our large dark ship of dreams
“say there”, Bogart says to me under his hat, “easy”
at a glance he appears congenial, overdressed,concerned
leaning on a rail and flicking cigarette ash over the side,
“go easy, and pay no never mind”, i nod absently
all is subdued, dark silent, i’d like a sandwich
the yellow paper moon overhead hasn’t moved
the clowns are gone, Bogart’s smiling, the ship is sailing
on a dark flat sea, just for you,
just for me
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
i don't have
i don’t have ideas for poems
i have things i see, things i do, have done,
want to do, others to do, climb on,
best wishes to all
the music of words puts poetry together like a wave.
get on aboard, ride it out, one has your name on it,
a shooting star in the heavens,
discover the universe
i have things i see, things i do, have done,
want to do, others to do, climb on,
best wishes to all
the music of words puts poetry together like a wave.
get on aboard, ride it out, one has your name on it,
a shooting star in the heavens,
discover the universe
Monday, March 08, 2010
physics of reality
physicists says properties in
the real world
are observer determined
so if a kid wipes a popsicle on the side
of your face, you’ll see orange dripping.
then you can simply turn a mental page
or chase him down,
sit on him ‘til he squeals
and quits laughing
or when you wake in the morning
you can just keep your eyes closed,
tuck in and think about things cozy
so your reality can wait chilling
and nothing will happen of consequence
until you decide to get up and observe something
the real world
are observer determined
so if a kid wipes a popsicle on the side
of your face, you’ll see orange dripping.
then you can simply turn a mental page
or chase him down,
sit on him ‘til he squeals
and quits laughing
or when you wake in the morning
you can just keep your eyes closed,
tuck in and think about things cozy
so your reality can wait chilling
and nothing will happen of consequence
until you decide to get up and observe something
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