writing about technology, and vice-versa.
and she’s pretty pissed off.
The vet said something unkind about her weight
and now she’s put out about it every day.
My cat has been put out
and she’s stalking every door,
peering inside as I work from home
or rather, write poetry about it. Continue reading “My Cat Has Been Put Out”
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I extremely enjoyed the standard info an individual supply to your guests?
I’m guessing he’d need regulated pressure, and a good distribution system.
Linda, You have such a wonderful touch with your tropey.
Charles fair enough .no unonis in dell..my mistakebut i wonder what min wage is for dell workers.
Shame on Google for not positioning this publish upper!
I bought a brown felt hat in a western store
wearing it with the sunroof open I
heard birds
the squeaky axle on a truck
smelled grass just cut
felt sunlight in the shade of its brim
a rushing roar, the radio off.
There was a young maid in a shoe
Who didn’t know just what to do.
She went several places
They undid her laces.
And children soon lived in it too!
Network upgrade seems
to be going smoothly till
users start crying.
The evening falls hard at five o’clock,
Twelve hours after waking up in darkness.
I’ve spent the week too busy to work on time,
or understanding how it falls on me.
Only today have I seen the pink dawn
on the last red rose in her neglected garden.
First day in new house:
nothing found in cabinets
web is all the same.
is in turn pedestrian and incoherent until I admit what I was doing.
I’ve rejected making a joke about the Affair of the Fourteen
confrontational, obscure
and the NPR podcast I heard about the rhyming police blotter in New Hampshire
cops seem to hate hearing about how it is up north
“Well, what was the poem?” he says, having swept my car with the flashlight
for guns, pot, notebooks – coming up empty.
“Well, as of now it’s:
blue light like the man
coming to tell me take it
easy in the moment.”
“That’s one too many syllables,”
he sighs, handing me my license.
“Slow it down, and replace
‘in the moment’ with something
that’s not a cliche.”
Is This Glass Half Empty, Half Full, or Twice as Large as it Needs to Be?
is the question on a Volvo passing me at ninety,
while I’m running at the speed limit,
tailgated by a truck with a cross on the rear-view.
The Volvo also tells me, quickly, that the owner’s son
Is an Honor Student at Something Middle School,
something impressive, I’m sure, but the tailgater
has passed me, showing that he
Stands Up for something
and Yeah, it’s Got a Hemi.
We’re all three doing philosophy
at different levels, I suppose,
my bumper blank of opinion.
There is a way people get smaller
as points of aggregate data.
Individual cracked tile fragments
forming a mosaic, one you may not like
Until you catch the glittering translucence
of one.
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