Atlas Sneezed

and why
did the gods
create colds

Sometimes it seems they play with us
like the Greek gods of old

sitting on their mount Olympus's
looking down

viruses, germs, bacteria
could bring down Hercules

-no need to cut his hair-
or was that Samson
-I'm too congested to care- 

Argentine Tango

and I see you dancing with some other 

and I know I 

     wouldn't want you anyway 

far too superior and regal for the likes of me 

I'd do something 

     I just know it 

too outrageous for words 

and 

I wouldn't 

even know it... 

but occasionally 

the dance 

comes my way 

and I get to hold 

onto you 

and run around the floor 

I'm getting better 

at it 

and I hope to one day

impress you no end 

with my prowess 

with my grace 

-with the satisfied look on 

     my face

 

They call this dance 

the four minute love affair 

and I'm thankful 

for the lack of entanglement, involvement,

And all the rest--- 

This dance gives 

     the best 

The connection 

The power, and the grace

the tension between 

the two lovers 

-for four minutes 

anyway  

 

new gadget  netbook  notebook     there is no return    how do they expect us to write   in long long  lines  like this    what person programed this     obviously was not       did not type out poems in the coffee shop     maybe there is a way       a way  i have yet to discover      just wait a bit until i can afford a new cell phone     then we will see what it's like to write from every possible place   i hate to say     pen and paper may still be the best way

nearly a year

it's been nearly
a year
since the BLOGGING
began

I was nervous
all day
after that
first
fateful
POST

yea gads
someone will see
they will "read" me

they might even
comment
and say
"i suk"

(so far, no comments)
and I've earned about
a dollar, seventy five.

but the people who read
they're from all over...
the world...
-imagine that!

-maybe very bored-
or - lost on the internet-
whatever
-I want them to know
that I appreciate their visit-
I look at the numbers 
as they
climb dizzily into the
TRIPLE digits
(more than a hundred!)
yea gads!

but it's addictive
this computer writing stuff
a little like a crossword puzzle
only more fun
intuitive
creative
words
dancing around
chasing a meaning
puzzling out
something
worth seeing
worth commenting
on
maybe to share
an idea
a smile
an a-ha moment
we're all in this together
this life
and we'll all end up
going
the same place
(maybe different compartments
for different beliefs)
but we'll be there-
and on time

for once

Christmas List

Happy Christmas
to us all

They say
Christmas
will be sunny
and warm

I will go to the beach
and contemplate
the waves

I don't do enough
of that
I will put it on my
list

The one I make
every year

I wonder, if I find
a list from long ago
Will anything on it
have been done ?

Or was it all
just wishful thinking
-Gemini imagination-

-as I look at stacks
of papers...
there may be a list
in there...

I will certainly
put it on my list
-this year-
to make inroads...,
excursions...
into and among
the stacks
of papers

I wish someone else
could do it
Maybe Santa Claus
and all his reindeer
Maybe the elves

they could do the work
and leave me cookies!
that would be a good plan!
-I'll put it on my
list-

Evolution

Sitting on the back porch
     in the shade
Puzzling out
     a pomegranate

for this
     hands were made
I understand it now
    puzzling out
          each little seed
     breaking apart a puzzling matrix
          of pulp
yes
for this
hands were made

To have such a ruby, seedy,
     juicy thing
          in December
     Sweatshirt weather here
     -but still barefoot-
     a sweatshirt now stained
     with purple spots

Neighbor Cat
     comes to visit
     but turns the dusty black nose up
          at pomegranate seeds

Therefore
     CATS
don't have hands
     and
That's probably
     a good thing
as far as
household integrity
     is concerned
(not that my house
     has a lot
     of that)

The evolution
     of the species
Created
     from
          Adam and Eve

Are we evolving?
     -are we still fighting ?
          -overpopulating?

I contemplate
     As I sit here
          monkey-like
     dealing with
          sweet seeds 

what

• what 
• am I doing 
• here
• I 
• ask myself 

this whole thing 

about living... 

waiting 

where do we go next? 

and 

how do we prepare? 

everyone has answers 

if we only can 

believe 

money- 

faith- 

running around- 

and 

doing things! 

-old enough to know the 

meaninglessness 

the 

angst 

but still 

having the faith 

that it is 

"meant to be" 

or 

it wouldn't be 

God 

wants it this way 

or 

She would change it 

the spark of joy within 

where is it 

where did it go 

i'd 

better go find it 

because I 

miss it 

when it's gone