on my grandmother’s old table,
wondering what I can’t anticipate.
Saying Uncle
I get back in the car after the meeting
and head to see my uncle. It shifts
the whole space to a different time
when I came here on vacations,
childhood visits to my grandmother.
Same place, different reality.
Bright Spot in a Dark Commute
A bank called Friend
A cyclist going the wrong way
Buildings loom in their neo colonial backlit splendor
Let Your Child Skip School And You’ll Be Talking to the DA
a sign tells us from the parking lot of a casino the Governor couldn’t shut down
And there are signs everywhere: personal injury lawyers,
drugs, promises to help break bad habits.
Nightmare-ish
I only wish I were chased by gorgons, or succubi.
Instead, it’s Bob from accounting, and he’s fully clothed,
asking me to use algebra to figure out what account to put a sale in. Continue reading “Nightmare-ish”
First iPad post
My fingers keep trying to feel for a keyboard that isn’t really there
but the image of it responds somewhat as if it is.
I say somewhat because it’s like driving over an icy road
which sometimes turns into a bridge without warning,
sometimes changes in unexpected context.
I eke out a corrected 10 WPM,
giddy as when I first logged onto a BBS.
Haiku: from my iPhone during orchestra practice
No time to write, but
time to sit and let the tune
go on without me.
Black Friday
Sorting through boxes of old stuff
triggered a moment of self-loathing
or rather, loathing for the old selves
who came out and tried to smother me.
My junior high school poetry.
My 16-year-old self’s car keys
and cork bulletin board
covered with movie tickets.
My 24-year-old self’s attempts
at balancing a checkbook.
All the meanness,
all the family tension.
And a garage I can’t park in yet.
Six televisions at the health club
Mississippi teen charged with capital murder
Is U.S. nearing debt of no return?
Boston lost to Tampa Bay
Maxwell pleads for the troops to come home
Home decor makeover after the break
A Harry Houdini letter contains a startling admission
And I could do stanza after stanza of this, but I’m not sure about the fair use issues… this just occurred to me… I’ll probably have to make stuff up.
@irene
She wasn’t famous until the storm came
and then she was resisting cashing in in hiding.
People she didn’t know complaining to her
instead of @god.
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