before leaving Monterosso Al Mare
i am already aching for the beauty
paining for what
i can not take with me
the voice of the sea
the breath of humidity
it is my life
my heart of hearts
II.
an hour later on the train
with five hours to go until Rome
i was beyond my longing
lost like yesterday
those far away days
over the water
over the Med
my sweet
resolved to get over
and get on with life
i let love slide
it was not coming back to me
III.
we clack the track
we’re in the first car
behind the great engine
powermeister of the rails
she asks if it is smoother in the last car
the one way behind
or do they get whip lash?
i don’t know
i think the ride is all in the
suspension of the car we’re in
something hanging over the steel wheels
kept us floating above sparks
IV.
some time later we stopped
still not there
i did nothing
for many minutes
then it occurred to me we weren’t moving
i thought to go out
for a smoke
i made it as far as outside our compartment
a know–it-all looking guy with dark darting eyes
who obviously thought well of himself
looked as if he worked there
was standing in the isle
he had the time
he had the exact time
said we had five minutes before the train started again
five minutes
he spoke with authority
i asked if he worked for the train
i went out, down three steps,
and began to lite a cig
the doors closed before i puffed
the train was moving
i barely got back on the train
my shirt caught in the closing doors
good thing it had a rubber seal
or i would have lost a piece of it
i put the cig out on the step
saved it for later
the know-it-all guy
was nowhere to be seen
.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
a pause
My wife’s sister is here in Rome for a visit. I will pause in this daily writing as we journey north to spend a few days near the sea.
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wind chime
varied length tubes
left over plumbing copper
thumb flop strung in the wind
rolling drum bongs
ding songs bling
or mum sometime
that’s fine, until the line
they are hung on zings tight
bouncing in the wind
the string goes ting
unfolding hollow tones
chime resounding clings
so light clinging rings
follow plings and gongs
the song sung sounds long
.
left over plumbing copper
thumb flop strung in the wind
rolling drum bongs
ding songs bling
or mum sometime
that’s fine, until the line
they are hung on zings tight
bouncing in the wind
the string goes ting
unfolding hollow tones
chime resounding clings
so light clinging rings
follow plings and gongs
the song sung sounds long
.
wood chimes
above walkway bricks
wooden chime sticks
bound with cord
dangle and click
as they nick
neatly tick
or tock when blunt ends
meet slick wind flicks
trick track nicks
crick sticks in the wind
.
wooden chime sticks
bound with cord
dangle and click
as they nick
neatly tick
or tock when blunt ends
meet slick wind flicks
trick track nicks
crick sticks in the wind
.
Monday, March 30, 2009
perspective
if you gave someone
one dollar every second
in twelve days you can give
a million bills
at the rate of placing a dollar
in someone's hand every second
to give a billion dollars
would take you thirty years
.............................
one dollar every second
in twelve days you can give
a million bills
at the rate of placing a dollar
in someone's hand every second
to give a billion dollars
would take you thirty years
.............................
Sunday, March 29, 2009
here's to all
here is to all
the uncles and aunts
cousins, sisters and brothers
fathers and mothers
men and women of strength
and pride and layers of familial love
never worn tired of happiness
who burst into the day
dressed so well
all in their Sunday best
scarves, bright colors, hats and ties
with a handshake, warm embrace
old jokes and nicknames
to stand side by side, so tall
smiling proud laughing
we gathered together
seeing which children were taller
which old folks were slower
gave gifts for the occasion
and undying love
as dogs barked skipped in circles, nipping
while the children chased each other
all played coats off games outside until it rained
or became too dark to see
so we kept losing the ball
then inside to sit at a well set table with candles
share a fragrant delicious meal
the mothers had prepared in love
grandma made her special desert
then all partied and drank with my folks
the old friends who stopped by
and laughed together
my God how they laughed
there’d be music
dad played his violin
and they sang a well known favorite song of old times
in harmonies, how they tried
always some little cousin kid ran through,
tripped, fell, again and again until he cried
then at the end
when day was complete
in cool dark as
outside lights were turned on
and tiredness moaned
everyone frantic to gather their things
went outside for hugs and kisses again
to warm up the cars
already in anticipation of the next holiday
already longing for the next time
when we would do it all over again
and to wave goodbye
the uncles and aunts
cousins, sisters and brothers
fathers and mothers
men and women of strength
and pride and layers of familial love
never worn tired of happiness
who burst into the day
dressed so well
all in their Sunday best
scarves, bright colors, hats and ties
with a handshake, warm embrace
old jokes and nicknames
to stand side by side, so tall
smiling proud laughing
we gathered together
seeing which children were taller
which old folks were slower
gave gifts for the occasion
and undying love
as dogs barked skipped in circles, nipping
while the children chased each other
all played coats off games outside until it rained
or became too dark to see
so we kept losing the ball
then inside to sit at a well set table with candles
share a fragrant delicious meal
the mothers had prepared in love
grandma made her special desert
then all partied and drank with my folks
the old friends who stopped by
and laughed together
my God how they laughed
there’d be music
dad played his violin
and they sang a well known favorite song of old times
in harmonies, how they tried
always some little cousin kid ran through,
tripped, fell, again and again until he cried
then at the end
when day was complete
in cool dark as
outside lights were turned on
and tiredness moaned
everyone frantic to gather their things
went outside for hugs and kisses again
to warm up the cars
already in anticipation of the next holiday
already longing for the next time
when we would do it all over again
and to wave goodbye
Saturday, March 28, 2009
a bank worth a lot of jingo poem
the 1893 Villa Banca Italia on Via Nationale
opened its doors to the public
for the first time,
one day only, today
must have been a thousand in line
not lira just patient people
maybe nuthouse patient candidates
way too quiet and orderly
didn’t throw a fit after
an hour and a half in line
before we took a step
ninety-eight point six per cent Italians
unreasonably orderly and quiet if you ask me
especially because one at a time,
two line jumpers got in by us
both short guys over sixty
one started with the ploy of talking to M.,
saying he had to use the bathroom,
remember and use that as an icebreaker
at your next social gathering
of course i chimed in and had to tell him
where he could go to find one
after five minutes i realized he
had established to those behind us
that he was talking with us, must be with us
the second line jumper,
another pro with a ploy
slipped in and began
peering ahead intently,
like he'd been doing it for a week,
and stayed that way,
not looking around, hardy breathing,
an infractor actor playing statue,
after ten minutes he was in
we strategically stayed ahead of both of them
and let the people behind deal with them
those people acted like they didn’t notice
Italians being polite? no way!
they were being non confrontational
okay, okay, so we went into the villa
walked around a while and saw
where the rich people had
a fine bank palace, a lot of marble, big stairs
and held meetings over a
table maybe fifteen steps long
the longest table i have ever seen in my life
what did i do on the second floor?
i had to peek through some front window curtains
and look down on the street
we came from
then we left,
end of poem
Friday, March 27, 2009
spring to chaos
spring to chaos
stuffed with energy
here to the brim, back again
carried by people
in sighing light wind
laughing bright colors
leaping over piazzas
honking from buses
blue shadow and makeup
wine served with pizza
the short-skirted on mini-stilts
tap-tap clicking down old alleys in heels
checkered cloth and waiters
bells chime the hour
to the cobblestone sun
coffee at outside tables
amid smiling faces
talk a lot
stuffed with energy
here to the brim, back again
carried by people
in sighing light wind
laughing bright colors
leaping over piazzas
honking from buses
blue shadow and makeup
wine served with pizza
the short-skirted on mini-stilts
tap-tap clicking down old alleys in heels
checkered cloth and waiters
bells chime the hour
to the cobblestone sun
coffee at outside tables
amid smiling faces
talk a lot
Thursday, March 26, 2009
off line
off line and fried
am always tied
to the black machine
packed with electrodes
that touch me together
with the world, it’s my life
like a fish on a string
i feel the sting
of that flash‘n’glow stop and go
bring me to life, Herr Frankenstein
been down maybe an hour
no way to tell
didn’t lose power
it’s a looking glass black hole
with road signs to hell
i really can’t wait
for now i am toast
am always tied
to the black machine
packed with electrodes
that touch me together
with the world, it’s my life
like a fish on a string
i feel the sting
of that flash‘n’glow stop and go
bring me to life, Herr Frankenstein
been down maybe an hour
no way to tell
didn’t lose power
it’s a looking glass black hole
with road signs to hell
i really can’t wait
for now i am toast
Aces Wild
Okay, Annie, Julie, Tom, Sweet Talking Guy, you’re all in the game, aces wild. Now before we look at our cards I want to tell you thanks for the comments. You have all been helpful and I’ll try to mend my ways.
This is a highly personalized note to each and every one of you. Let’s do dinner! That’s a private joke I’ll let you in on.
One time M. and I had to vacate an apartment after only a few months tenancy because I got fired for the first and only time in my life from the last regular job I ever had. The owners of our apartment were being gracious and had us over for a glass of wine. As we were leaving they said that they’d invite us over for dinner sometime and asked if we liked fish. That was the capper, asking if we liked fish.
Of course that was the last time we ever saw or heard from them. To this day, every now and then, after someone makes a promise or invitation they are not likely to keep, M. privately says to me, “You like fish, don’t you?”
Okay, you can look at your cards now, and I’ll try to do better in my responding to your comments, but don’t bet on it. Now, one question, who dealt this mess?
This is a highly personalized note to each and every one of you. Let’s do dinner! That’s a private joke I’ll let you in on.
One time M. and I had to vacate an apartment after only a few months tenancy because I got fired for the first and only time in my life from the last regular job I ever had. The owners of our apartment were being gracious and had us over for a glass of wine. As we were leaving they said that they’d invite us over for dinner sometime and asked if we liked fish. That was the capper, asking if we liked fish.
Of course that was the last time we ever saw or heard from them. To this day, every now and then, after someone makes a promise or invitation they are not likely to keep, M. privately says to me, “You like fish, don’t you?”
Okay, you can look at your cards now, and I’ll try to do better in my responding to your comments, but don’t bet on it. Now, one question, who dealt this mess?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
sweeper
a street sweeper with a long wood handled straw broom
the kind witches flew on, no kidding
was down below cleaning last night’s reverie
doing half a job she was,
all the way up the alley
i did better sweeping my dad’s bar when i was eleven
without city wages or a hat and badge
and a uniform with a wide iridescent orange stripe
up the middle and over the back
so no one runs her over
sweeping cobblestones isn't easy
i'll say that for her,
a lot of cracks, you know
yet it is something to do
so she’ll go through the motions,
put in her time
make her wages
knowing her father won’t come by
to check how well she did the job
the kind witches flew on, no kidding
was down below cleaning last night’s reverie
doing half a job she was,
all the way up the alley
i did better sweeping my dad’s bar when i was eleven
without city wages or a hat and badge
and a uniform with a wide iridescent orange stripe
up the middle and over the back
so no one runs her over
sweeping cobblestones isn't easy
i'll say that for her,
a lot of cracks, you know
yet it is something to do
so she’ll go through the motions,
put in her time
make her wages
knowing her father won’t come by
to check how well she did the job
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Weather Everywhere You Look, Up and Down
everyone is talking
about rainy days these days everyday
it is raining all over the world this year
or so it seems, so they say, my uncle said
because i heard neither the planet nor God
is making any new water
maybe a dash of global warming
is increasing the humidity
so it appears there is more wet about
at the same time, don’t you know?
didn’t mean to get ultra scientific
hope i didn’t like lose you
what i am saying is: maybe the amount of water
is the same, but because there is more rain
it’s not drying up as quickly and it looks like more
i'm not selling umbrellas or anything
about rainy days these days everyday
it is raining all over the world this year
or so it seems, so they say, my uncle said
because i heard neither the planet nor God
is making any new water
maybe a dash of global warming
is increasing the humidity
so it appears there is more wet about
at the same time, don’t you know?
didn’t mean to get ultra scientific
hope i didn’t like lose you
what i am saying is: maybe the amount of water
is the same, but because there is more rain
it’s not drying up as quickly and it looks like more
i'm not selling umbrellas or anything
Labels:
practically science
Monday, March 23, 2009
keep moving
moving slowly, making plans
the slate is clean
haven’t had a slate for years
that’s how to keep one clean
easier than the car with city parking
scratches, road dust
kids doing whatever they do
running in like dog packs in the night
slate is the flat rock that breaks off
and falls in the river we used to swim
strewn with plastic bag pieces now
working out details when we get to 'em
for what comes next
be prepared like the boy scouts used to
don’t know what they do now
maybe they lost money to operate too
we never had money and we did okay
volunteers and mom and dad helping
and I roll tumbled ahead into whatever
not knowing and nothing to compare it to
just going ahead, sometimes with the crowd
sometimes with my own stupid ideas
at least working came easy
even getting up early in the morning
cause it seemed the right thing to do
and I had learned how to do that
my family taught me well
it was work and sleep and eat
and right straight ahead
and still is
time's no limit
it’s all we have
best use it well
the slate is clean
haven’t had a slate for years
that’s how to keep one clean
easier than the car with city parking
scratches, road dust
kids doing whatever they do
running in like dog packs in the night
slate is the flat rock that breaks off
and falls in the river we used to swim
strewn with plastic bag pieces now
working out details when we get to 'em
for what comes next
be prepared like the boy scouts used to
don’t know what they do now
maybe they lost money to operate too
we never had money and we did okay
volunteers and mom and dad helping
and I roll tumbled ahead into whatever
not knowing and nothing to compare it to
just going ahead, sometimes with the crowd
sometimes with my own stupid ideas
at least working came easy
even getting up early in the morning
cause it seemed the right thing to do
and I had learned how to do that
my family taught me well
it was work and sleep and eat
and right straight ahead
and still is
time's no limit
it’s all we have
best use it well
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Marathon Sunday
woke early in silence
slept deep all night
jeeze it’s quiet when the neighbors
two floors up don’t party 'til dawn
a regular Sunday start, eyes open
shower, coffee, getting ready
a morning walk and heard helicopters
checked our car in a legal parking place
no one damaged it, the side mirror still taped on
two streets over by the river we saw them
something i read in the paper two weeks ago
then of course forgot to remember
over all, how quickly a year passes
here it is again, Rome marathon
with fifteen thousand running
legions more on the side cheering encouragement
convincing spring to open up for real
while morning was cool, no one seemed to mind
certainly not those running, throwing their shirts on the street
she rejected a few than picked up a good one
from the Dunlin Marathon 2006
five minutes at home for the finish by the Coliseum on TV
then off for Chinese food, spring rolls and shrimp
saw Alex and his band jamming for coins in the piazza
still a regular Sunday in Roma
slept deep all night
jeeze it’s quiet when the neighbors
two floors up don’t party 'til dawn
a regular Sunday start, eyes open
shower, coffee, getting ready
a morning walk and heard helicopters
checked our car in a legal parking place
no one damaged it, the side mirror still taped on
two streets over by the river we saw them
something i read in the paper two weeks ago
then of course forgot to remember
over all, how quickly a year passes
here it is again, Rome marathon
with fifteen thousand running
legions more on the side cheering encouragement
convincing spring to open up for real
while morning was cool, no one seemed to mind
certainly not those running, throwing their shirts on the street
she rejected a few than picked up a good one
from the Dunlin Marathon 2006
five minutes at home for the finish by the Coliseum on TV
then off for Chinese food, spring rolls and shrimp
saw Alex and his band jamming for coins in the piazza
still a regular Sunday in Roma
Saturday, March 21, 2009
so the fish
so the fish takes a summer job at the plant
the foreman asks who could drive a fork lift
the fish says he could because the foreman
didn’t ask who can, but who could
the fish thinks he could
so he steps forward, gets in the fork lift
and uses his mouth to turn the key
he has no feet to reach the pedals
drives out and away, jumps into the nearby river
swims down stream and never looks back
because he has no neck and can’t turn his head
to look behind even if he wanted to
he told this story to his children
and eons later ancestors evolved
grew fingers and hands and feet
and wrote this story down
the foreman asks who could drive a fork lift
the fish says he could because the foreman
didn’t ask who can, but who could
the fish thinks he could
so he steps forward, gets in the fork lift
and uses his mouth to turn the key
he has no feet to reach the pedals
drives out and away, jumps into the nearby river
swims down stream and never looks back
because he has no neck and can’t turn his head
to look behind even if he wanted to
he told this story to his children
and eons later ancestors evolved
grew fingers and hands and feet
and wrote this story down
Friday, March 20, 2009
bookmarks
don’t have to remember anything
can bookmark by the number
i have a few new bookmarks
and plenty already there
to organize alphabetically
sort them out, files, folders, labels
many i have never seen before
don’t know how they got there
seemed a good idea when i clicked them
then never went back except now
to clean up my bookmarks
by eliminating at least a hundred never used
if i miss them when they’re gone
can always add more
i’ll make a note to do it
if i don’t get to it today
can bookmark by the number
i have a few new bookmarks
and plenty already there
to organize alphabetically
sort them out, files, folders, labels
many i have never seen before
don’t know how they got there
seemed a good idea when i clicked them
then never went back except now
to clean up my bookmarks
by eliminating at least a hundred never used
if i miss them when they’re gone
can always add more
i’ll make a note to do it
if i don’t get to it today
Thursday, March 19, 2009
birds
birds on a wire
won’t fly higher
because they start from a better position
like people, it’s how well they can do
not what advantage they have
that determines how high they go
won’t fly higher
because they start from a better position
like people, it’s how well they can do
not what advantage they have
that determines how high they go
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
march bites
march bites the unwary
mouth open snapping
on low turning, moving sky cotton wisps
where winging fast birds
rise from napping
appear shot from a sling
dip low then soar far
keep jacket on, cap in hand
ready to zip up and button down
for after an hour’s pleasant sun
darker grey colors of change hover
ready to toss the covers from secret hiding
and leap, riding gusts on quick padded feet
so the next patter you hear
may be cold, hard rain drops splatter near
mouth open snapping
on low turning, moving sky cotton wisps
where winging fast birds
rise from napping
appear shot from a sling
dip low then soar far
keep jacket on, cap in hand
ready to zip up and button down
for after an hour’s pleasant sun
darker grey colors of change hover
ready to toss the covers from secret hiding
and leap, riding gusts on quick padded feet
so the next patter you hear
may be cold, hard rain drops splatter near
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
rushing waters
from a hotel room by the quick river
we see and hear white ripples
rush dancing over smalls falls
in non-stop fluid symphony
all day, all the night it goes on, and on
like eternal traffic sound
without pause or change
the same liquid white noise
over and over and over
packed splashing full in moving file
never with thought or pause,
while traffic ebbs and flows
and people are behind it
rushing fast mountain river water,
is a senseless spiral bound book
with no words on the pages
it keeps turning, turning
flipping ever forward
with no beginning or end
for ages, liquid ages
we see and hear white ripples
rush dancing over smalls falls
in non-stop fluid symphony
all day, all the night it goes on, and on
like eternal traffic sound
without pause or change
the same liquid white noise
over and over and over
packed splashing full in moving file
never with thought or pause,
while traffic ebbs and flows
and people are behind it
rushing fast mountain river water,
is a senseless spiral bound book
with no words on the pages
it keeps turning, turning
flipping ever forward
with no beginning or end
for ages, liquid ages
Sunday, March 15, 2009
born a fish
it’s new and i like it
born a fish
not so bad, i don’t care
food floats by all the time
don’t have to wash or decide what to wear
home life is odd
never sleep in the same bed
and today i got rushed over a falls
i know why they call ‘em that
but i didn’t get hurt
keep swimming
they say i have to watch out for fishermen
whatever that means and such
we swim in schools
but i haven’t learned much
born a fish
not so bad, i don’t care
food floats by all the time
don’t have to wash or decide what to wear
home life is odd
never sleep in the same bed
and today i got rushed over a falls
i know why they call ‘em that
but i didn’t get hurt
keep swimming
they say i have to watch out for fishermen
whatever that means and such
we swim in schools
but i haven’t learned much
Thursday, March 12, 2009
scarpe diem
the Iranian shoe throwing Journalist
was sentenced to three years in prison,
give him, me, and the world a break
within reasonable perspective
it was an insult
not a weapon of mass destruction
had he hit Bush in the face
prosecutors would have had something to talk about
as it was, only insult was done
and that won’t be retracted by prison time
harsh injustice would be promoted
in what we envision as the civilized world
was sentenced to three years in prison,
give him, me, and the world a break
within reasonable perspective
it was an insult
not a weapon of mass destruction
had he hit Bush in the face
prosecutors would have had something to talk about
as it was, only insult was done
and that won’t be retracted by prison time
harsh injustice would be promoted
in what we envision as the civilized world
pigeon feeding
we stopped at the small corner park
never got comfortable
a woman had a twenty pound bag of feed
throwing it out
a hand full at a time
to more pigeons
than I have seen
gathered anywhere at one time
in my life
all grass was destroyed in that half of the park
when we tired and left
the woman showed no sign of slowing
although her intentions were well based
this feeding is not good
for people
or for pigeons,
look it up
two or three pigeons
are something to see
two or three hundred
is something to avoid
Please don't feed the pigeons!
* It affects their health
* It attracts vermin and is a risk to human health
* It damages buildings
* It makes pigeons dependent on people
* It deprives other birds of food
never got comfortable
a woman had a twenty pound bag of feed
throwing it out
a hand full at a time
to more pigeons
than I have seen
gathered anywhere at one time
in my life
all grass was destroyed in that half of the park
when we tired and left
the woman showed no sign of slowing
although her intentions were well based
this feeding is not good
for people
or for pigeons,
look it up
two or three pigeons
are something to see
two or three hundred
is something to avoid
Please don't feed the pigeons!
* It affects their health
* It attracts vermin and is a risk to human health
* It damages buildings
* It makes pigeons dependent on people
* It deprives other birds of food
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Calcata
this cool march morning
mid week on a stone mountain top
high up and off the beaten route to anywhere
with one way in, and one way out
pass under the arch
to enter the town
then on three sides
it’s a straight drop down
pretty as it could be and so very old
we drove there for another look
at the bohemian artsy haven of Calcata
prices there are high to live and buy
and there are few stores,
what you find for sale are
hand-made craft items for tourists,
locals seeking necessities must drive a ways
the village we saw was the real one,
out of season, worn grey, cold stone dead,
lonely, cool and needing
then this and every weekend
the curious will come
some other day, another season
even we may return
with the reason of showing friends
what ancient, remote, quaint
and wonderful can look like
mid week on a stone mountain top
high up and off the beaten route to anywhere
with one way in, and one way out
pass under the arch
to enter the town
then on three sides
it’s a straight drop down
pretty as it could be and so very old
we drove there for another look
at the bohemian artsy haven of Calcata
prices there are high to live and buy
and there are few stores,
what you find for sale are
hand-made craft items for tourists,
locals seeking necessities must drive a ways
the village we saw was the real one,
out of season, worn grey, cold stone dead,
lonely, cool and needing
then this and every weekend
the curious will come
some other day, another season
even we may return
with the reason of showing friends
what ancient, remote, quaint
and wonderful can look like
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
for the children
teachers are good people
to put up with groups of children
who are aptly regarded as a handful
we mustn’t whip education at a fever pace
until it’s homogenized, generalized,
historically meaningless to them
we can help at home by passing along
lessons learned from our past, personal stories,
events from our family elder’s lives
so what lesson do i give?,
my grandchildren are spinning so fast
they couldn’t hear me if i knew what to say
perhaps i’ve written something here for them,
or perhaps their children will read it, some other year,
they’ll figure out life's mysteries when they’re ready
when they wonder and amaze
about who they are
and what we went through to get here
before TV and computers took all of our time
when sunset and a rainbow
and music played at home was family entertainment
when the evening sky filled with brilliant stars
horsepower was hitched to a wagon
and every barn had hand tools and a saddle
when we made promises
and did our best to keep them,
while looking forward to the challenges of tomorrow
to put up with groups of children
who are aptly regarded as a handful
we mustn’t whip education at a fever pace
until it’s homogenized, generalized,
historically meaningless to them
we can help at home by passing along
lessons learned from our past, personal stories,
events from our family elder’s lives
so what lesson do i give?,
my grandchildren are spinning so fast
they couldn’t hear me if i knew what to say
perhaps i’ve written something here for them,
or perhaps their children will read it, some other year,
they’ll figure out life's mysteries when they’re ready
when they wonder and amaze
about who they are
and what we went through to get here
before TV and computers took all of our time
when sunset and a rainbow
and music played at home was family entertainment
when the evening sky filled with brilliant stars
horsepower was hitched to a wagon
and every barn had hand tools and a saddle
when we made promises
and did our best to keep them,
while looking forward to the challenges of tomorrow
Monday, March 09, 2009
weather broke
winter snapped
like an old branch
a bird tried to sit on
maybe wind kicked it
a cat licked it
or a dog dragged it
cause the stick made it’s way
down the bank
got into the river
and floated away
part of me
must have gone along
for the ride
cause I feel the change
right here
deep inside
like an old branch
a bird tried to sit on
maybe wind kicked it
a cat licked it
or a dog dragged it
cause the stick made it’s way
down the bank
got into the river
and floated away
part of me
must have gone along
for the ride
cause I feel the change
right here
deep inside
Saturday, March 07, 2009
do you want toast
do you want toast?
this is morning, the weekend
and we always have toast
both of us, and two coffees
always - as in everyday,
not only weekends
yet she asks as if it’s a new idea that
just crawled over the top rim
and dropped into the cookie jar of her mind
metaphysically speaking, no disrespect intended
of course, she wants toast,
always does,
she thinks of toast first,
every time
says she wants toast then
asks me if i want toast
and then i say yes, i'll have toast
that’s how it goes
and then i rose up and made...wait!
i didn’t rise like an ascension of angels
although i understand why you might think it
i plain got up, as from sitting is to standing
and then made a second coffee
for each of us
cause it just hit me in a flash to do that
it seemed a fine idea
albeit within the scripted and rehearsed
tangled woven bounds of the ordinary
x
this is morning, the weekend
and we always have toast
both of us, and two coffees
always - as in everyday,
not only weekends
yet she asks as if it’s a new idea that
just crawled over the top rim
and dropped into the cookie jar of her mind
metaphysically speaking, no disrespect intended
of course, she wants toast,
always does,
she thinks of toast first,
every time
says she wants toast then
asks me if i want toast
and then i say yes, i'll have toast
that’s how it goes
and then i rose up and made...wait!
i didn’t rise like an ascension of angels
although i understand why you might think it
i plain got up, as from sitting is to standing
and then made a second coffee
for each of us
cause it just hit me in a flash to do that
it seemed a fine idea
albeit within the scripted and rehearsed
tangled woven bounds of the ordinary
x
Friday, March 06, 2009
city life
city life has so many faces
walking, standing, waiting,
on and off the buses
in and out of stores
you won’t see them all
when i was just about home
heading down a narrow way
a face in the crowd startled me
it was the recognition of a friend
that had caught me off guard
a friend now deceased
uncanny the resemblance
at first glance
stopping just ahead of me,
this man had his keys out for a door
same graying hair, same smooth movements,
equally well-dressed,
and as his head turned
he first casually looked my way,
then when his glance caught me
he peered directly into my eyes
i slowed my steps
and he smiled, first in apparent recognition
then his look changed to something else
that i couldn’t read,
we exchanged nods then greetings
i thought you were someone i knew, i explained
so did i, he said, you remind me a lot of a dear friend
we used to meet for a drink at that bar near the corner
he live in this neighborhood for quite a while,
then passed away a few years ago
walking, standing, waiting,
on and off the buses
in and out of stores
you won’t see them all
when i was just about home
heading down a narrow way
a face in the crowd startled me
it was the recognition of a friend
that had caught me off guard
a friend now deceased
uncanny the resemblance
at first glance
stopping just ahead of me,
this man had his keys out for a door
same graying hair, same smooth movements,
equally well-dressed,
and as his head turned
he first casually looked my way,
then when his glance caught me
he peered directly into my eyes
i slowed my steps
and he smiled, first in apparent recognition
then his look changed to something else
that i couldn’t read,
we exchanged nods then greetings
i thought you were someone i knew, i explained
so did i, he said, you remind me a lot of a dear friend
we used to meet for a drink at that bar near the corner
he live in this neighborhood for quite a while,
then passed away a few years ago
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
how it began, went looking
checked for used cars on line
then went to a showroom,
two buses and a tram later
we were there
walked around ten minutes
looked at stickers on car windows
then went to our favorite
Indian fast food restaurant
to celebrate, hurray,
we went looking!
many long journeys begin before
you get in your car, or have one
then went to a showroom,
two buses and a tram later
we were there
walked around ten minutes
looked at stickers on car windows
then went to our favorite
Indian fast food restaurant
to celebrate, hurray,
we went looking!
many long journeys begin before
you get in your car, or have one
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
D.S. Al Fine
large and growing
the net brings change,
knowledge disseminates
for the world that will be
it is not important
flowers know
it is the sun
they wait for
the net brings change,
knowledge disseminates
for the world that will be
it is not important
flowers know
it is the sun
they wait for
Monday, March 02, 2009
fiction is stranger than truth
the one who said truth
is stranger than fiction
brought cookies, apples or flowers
to the teacher everyday
wagged his hand so much
trying to answer all the questions
that he lost blood circulation in his arm
they nearly had to amputate
always had hair evenly parted on the same side
wore a cute little red sport coat
kept it neatly buttoned
even on the playground
never believed in
monsters from space
tried to be the peacemaker when
we played cowboys and Indians
in short, was a dullard
possessed absolutely
not so much as a speck
of imagination whatsoever
ran under a tree in a thunderstorm
was struck by lightening
six times and was toast
I do so verify
is stranger than fiction
brought cookies, apples or flowers
to the teacher everyday
wagged his hand so much
trying to answer all the questions
that he lost blood circulation in his arm
they nearly had to amputate
always had hair evenly parted on the same side
wore a cute little red sport coat
kept it neatly buttoned
even on the playground
never believed in
monsters from space
tried to be the peacemaker when
we played cowboys and Indians
in short, was a dullard
possessed absolutely
not so much as a speck
of imagination whatsoever
ran under a tree in a thunderstorm
was struck by lightening
six times and was toast
I do so verify
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