***
090924
ALARM
My clock (tock, tock)
and brain (thought, thought)
relentlessly go on,
anticipating dawn.
090923
SUNFLOWERS IN AUTUMN
shower-stall
shower-heads
old monks
in saffron robes
contemplating their navels
090922
LESSON OF THE DREAM
Death is not reality.
Death is just belief.
Love brings life to everything.
Love brings everything to life.
[ASIDE: DREAM -- I shooed some kittens away from underfoot.
Later, I found one killed, thoroughly dead and dehydrated, with a
crushed-in place at the base of the skull. Later, my mother and sisters
also discovered the body, wondring how such a thing could have
happened. I wanted to disown my part; after all, I had done
nothing violent, it was an accident. But, sorrowfully, I admitted
my carelessness. Later, when I caressed its broken body,
holding it against my chest, the kitten revived.]
090921
HORSE FLY
Big to the ears,
big to the eyes,
that fly buzzed near,
Clydesdale-sized.
090920
NINE TWENTY
9:20 on 9/20
it’s then
or thereabouts
or rather
it was then
when
this came about
090919
DOUBLE SURPRISE
Near some steps below the eaves,
underneath a drift of leaves—
ANTS on the deck; there shouldn't be any!
ANTS on the deck; way, way, WAY too many!
090918
DAZZLER
Trailing veils of misty night,
dawn arises pastel-bright;
a nameless color, almost white.
090917
SEPTEMBER SHOWERS
Overcast again; spitting rain
for seven/eight days straight;
nothing to bewail; no one to berate.
IS just is — and gray is great.
090916
NATURAL WONDERS
beside the highway,
some novelties;
each a stunning sight—
pair of hawks
on a power-pole bar,
stationed left and right
peacock at its ease
raccoon in frozen fright
090915
MERE PLOYS
Life keeps changing;
we can't hold on.
I guess we never could.
It doesn't help to be wealthy,
or influential.
It does no good to be good.
090914
SIDELINER
They're playing—
hear them laugh and shout?
Though I don't much
like the game,
I don't like being left out.
090913
AUTONOMOUS
The one you hate
(the only one you can hate)
is inside your skin.
It's a theory at least,
and means at least:
the one who hates you, doesn't.
090912
HIGH SOCIETY (for Cat and Harry)
Words on lives sublime;
words on lives on skids;
words on words, for heavens sake;
words well placed, well paced, well said
make poets
high on poetry
light up like little kids.
090911
LIKABLE
like breath,
like thought,
like joy
in the wings,
on the wing
nature awaits notice
like nothing else,
like everything
090910
GLUM
I can’t giggle, grin or chortle—
I’m too busy being mortal.
090909
NUMBERSTITIOUS
Oh, nine! Oh, nine! Oh, nine!
A number near-sublime
to those many (or those few)
who are oh-so-eager to
put twenty-twelve out of mind.
090908
MULCHING IT OVER
Here's a thought, for what it's worth—
death won't cause a dearth of earth.
090907
ONE LAST CHORE
Well, I b’leeve I’ll rite a pome—
it’s jest that time o’ day
Hey. Play. Way. Nay.
Home. Loam. Comb. Roam.
That’s pretty good, I say.
An’ now I’ll take a time-out, Pard,
‘cuz makin’s pomes is wundrus hard.
ENTERTAINING QUESTIONS
For life, for death,
back and forth we yearn.
How does the one we crave
become the one we spurn?
Of death, of life,
there is much to learn.
Is each one a gift,
or something we must earn?
090906
RISE AND FALL
Do you see the sun?
Do you see the moon?
Do you know. . .
where she goes at night?
where he is at noon?
Across the summer sky,
one passes high; the other low.
Against the winter sky,
they reverse how high they go.
Do you know this slow,
entrancing dance;
more pas de deux than do-si-do?
[ASIDE: "Rise and Fall" - a controlled raising and lowering
of the body while dancing.]
090905
FINALE
1. Ray, 2. Charles, 3. Steve,
4. Martin, 5. James, 6. Taylor, 7. Hank,
8. Aaron, 9. Paul, 10. Harvey, 11. Bill,
“Hey, what are you doing?”
12. Clinton, 13. Roger, 14. Miller, 15. Cole,
16. Porter, 17. Bob, 18. Dylan, 19. Harrison,
20. Ford, 21. Eddie, 22. Murphy, 23. Dean,
24. Martin, 25 Howard, 26. Dean, 27. Michael,
“Huh? Oh, just putting my affairs in order.”
28. Jordan, 29. James, 30. Dean. “Done!”
RECOGNIZE
Everywhere,
they shrink, hide, stare;
they glance or glare—
the angry, lost, or lonely ones.
Be alert, aware. Compare.
We are not the only ones.
090905
PROFESSIONAL (for Rick)
"I'd be the last one to let you down,"
he said.
You know it's true, but still you wonder—
did he come up with that line on his own
or did he read it in a book of phrases for
undertakers?
DEAR FAIRY GODMOTHER
I would like to be in charge—
like Cleopatra on her barge.
And be as smart. And be as pretty.
But most of all, I want a kitty.
DIGITAL COMPUTER
Let me count your fingers.
Let me count your toes.
Five, ten. Five, ten.
Twenty digits, in two rows!
TRAITS
Shorts, not pants.
Intent on toys.
Thin legs.
Round bellies.
Mischief.
Noise.
The older men get,
the more they’re boys.
AN OTHER
My guide is named 13:7.
Do not ask me why.
It's the name I was given.
Do not ask me how.
Maybe it's a pseudonym.
Maybe it's a lie.
I expected Abe or Jim.
I expected, well, a him.
What I got was—wow!
090904
MORE THAN FAMOUS
Little me, little I—
what little hope
of fame have I!
Sun and moon,
earth and sky—
what little need
of fame have I!
VETERAN
I am calm
when hardships come;
partly strong,
partly numb.
BENEFACTOR
give me the gift I need
I don't know what it is
but I know that you know
and I know that you always
give me the gift I need
TABLES TURNED
We encroached on their domain,
snatching up their riches.
Now they've returned to do the same—
those frikkin-sunza-bichuz!
WARZ AND WURS
Alone, not one would hurt a flea—
but what we do collectively!
090904
PULSATIONS
The heart is an entrepreneur,
always love-networking—
circulating, seeking, serving;
always tending its needs.
The heart has twin needs.
It needs to move.
It needs to be moved.
090903
AT THEIR MERCY
Fluorescent-lit:
- chrome
- porcelain
- plastics
- electronics
- crucifixes
- nurses
[ASIDE: Part of the hospital was greenery and warm colors.
Part was gray and sterile and physically cold.]
090902
TRAGICTORY
Childhood:
short, fast rocket-ride.
Adulthood:
long, slow suicide.
090901
POSITIVELY
Life. Beauty. Joy.
Once you remove
impediments,
that's all there is—
Life! Beauty! Joy!
LOST POMES FOUND
090810
CURIOUS
When I was young, I wanted to explore—
learn this and that, see more and more.
I wanted to know the name of each star;
what things were, what things were for.
I never considered how it might be
to be old and poor. Old. Poor. Me.
HOME ALONE
The house is mine
and mine alone—
how I love the feeling!
If I want,
I can—and will—
dance upon the ceiling!
***
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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