Tuesday, September 11, 2012

conspiracy theory

listening to an old phone message
mildly panicing
omg - they're coming now

they're coming here
now
and I'm not ready
not by a long shot

so I call
and I discover that
-yet again technology
has
faked me out!

it was an old message
on a cell phone
which I only partly
understand

I am proud that
I understand
as much as I do
and I can send text messages
and sometimes
     answer the damn thing
     correctly

how quickly
such things become
necessities
AND  now they can
track me
wherever I go!

big brother
will know
when
I go to the store
and buy subversive
toilet paper

big sister will be there
when I buy overpriced
petrol
(which, by the way)
I need to do

the government can be
watching me
when I
walk on the beach

I guess the message here
is
they may be
bored with me
whoever sits there watching
will need coffee
to stay awake

the illuminate
will not be illuminated
-watching me
they will wonder
how I manage
to live
such a boring life

but it is necessary
to be a bit boring
when one practices watching
"Zen Flowers"
in ones life

sometimes
they are in a neighbor's garden
as I take my walk
-for my blood pressure-
sometimes
they are with a friend
in conversation
and I remember
that friends are indeed
flowers

sometimes
I forget them
and I miss them
when they are gone
but it is only, I,
who have left
And I remember
that I
need to remember
to listen
to the flowers
as I go on my way
day to day




Saturday, September 8, 2012

politics

politics
oh politics
the tv's
gone
insane

and it wasn't very sane
to begin with

why don't they just
--get it right!
     I always
     wonder

they are the experts
they get the big bucks
they majored
     in this stuff

so why
not just do the thing
that
gets it done
and works for all of us
the best

any fool can tell you
any child
     will know

let the people live
and be free
help them to have
     a good time
and don't make it all
     so complicated

easy-peezy
     right
no need to ride around
in big planes
kissing babies
holding children
yelling and calling names

very much like the college
     where I worked
things, oddly enough,
ran much better
when the higher ups
     were absent
at some higher up conference
     or such
and the clerks,
     who did all the work
     anyway,
were left
in charge

just let us
get
on
with it 

freedom

freedom
comes with
responsibility

freedom from you
freedom for me

for so long I cared
wondered what you thought
of me

now I know ....
sort of pissed.
don't really care-
getting on with it

Now I have my dream
of freedom
of getting my own trip
-together
on my own

no one to blame
no one to call
no one to wonder
if they care
at all

absolute freedom
has its good points
and bad

great relief
great sorrow
great wonder
at the days
which stretch
     out before me 

Monday, August 20, 2012

centering

one must imagine
all these
words
nicely centered
on the page

over there, more ->

not so much
crowded
to the left

as is the case
now

You see
I haven't a clue
and don't
much
care to

oh I care somewhat
but I think
it has to do
with tabulation
or margins, margarines,
not butter

it's late...

that's the stuff
I never learned
in class --
I was daydreaming
or some such
but then the machine
I learned to type on
was a Machine
with mechanical thingeys
to change
I got quite quick
at that
zip- tab change
and slam the carriage
back again

now everything
is digital
and lives
in
cyberspace

but centering
is still important
(if only I
knew how)
centering may be
even more important
now

for without
the center
of the circle
Where would we be?
-Believing in politics,
pie in the sky promises,
and the nightly news.
Now I'm no conspiracy nut,
But!
It does seem quite coincidental
when
the little green men
and the men in black
are seen having tea
with Alice
and that damn disappearing
cat
Cheshire,
I believe.

oh god-
sometimes these poems
do wander on

and that brings us
right back
to centering

you see  



It's Late

It's late
and
getting later

I've promised myself
repeatedly
to
stop

--go to bed
--get ready for tomorrow

lots to do
lots to do

but then i think
this moment
     is so precious
and
     will never come
again

I wonder if
all our planning
and worrying
will be worth it
or if
zen surfing
is what we
should have done

It's late
and getting
latter

I'm old
and getting
older

What would I do
If I had a million dollars
(-watched a program about
a lottery winner-)
I'd do just what I'm doing
-but much more elegantly, of course,
and on a much newer computer.

I'd practice
Zen surfing
through life
even more intently
Because I'd have the time
--maybe then-- I should find more time
for that now

for Zen surfing
takes no time
it is
     -as we are

plus
there'd be
all that fuss
about tickets and numbers
and such

lots of interviews
and wondering
what to do
with all that money
all that stuff

I'd be so busy buying things
that my Zen
might fly away

probably better not to be
so lucky anyway

maybe I'll buy
a ticket or two
tomorrow

one thing I never do
is listen
to the good advise
I give myself

well i do listen...

--but this could
be a sign...

-oh, give it a rest
and get to bed
with dreams of sugarplums
dancing in your head-

Monday, July 30, 2012

particularly uninspired

i am feeling
particularly uninspired
today...

hopefully
I can reach inside
deep down into
     depths "unplumbed"
and find something
to be happy
about

the backache
has left...
I hesitate to celebrate...
'lest it return,
-the chiropractor is
     richer,
and I do give thanks
that
I can
move again

the money situation
will be anemic
     for awhile-
I have to go get
     blood drawn-
but
not today

watching part of
an episode
of "hoarders"
I am reminded
That I need
to clean my house.

there is a dance
tonight
at which
my x
will be on stage
and on "point"
maybe I can
look forward to
the drama
of that

it will be
interesting
-if nothing else

there is
the coffee house
down the street-
this may be a day
for medicinal
hash-browns,
eggs,
and coffee

nothing seems
to cheer me up
like not having
to cook
in the morning

-I envision myself
as Martha Stewart,
-energetic
and capable
-making
crafty things
in matching colors
-but don't they
put you in jail for that?
One had better be careful
not to be too
crafty...

I give thanks
-that I am not
too crafty-
-that I have, thus far,
stayed
out of jail.
That, in itself,
is a cheery enough
thought
to get this day
started
 

 


Sunday, July 22, 2012

ice cream

how do i justify
     ice cream
on a Sunday afternoon

how do I justify
     ice cream
when i'm trying to lose
     weight

what has happened
     lately
which would give me
     a great excuse

has there been
     great tragedy
have I been especially
     good

no to both
the above.
one good,
one, not so much

I did wash the dishes
but I'm not sure
that counts
enough
(but there were
an awfully lot
of dishes)

I could just
rebel
against my better judgement
throw caution
     to the winds
and cholesterol...
-frozen yogurt-
-not sooooo bad-

riding the bike
to get it
-counts as exercise-

the lecture today at
"new age" church
was about
-not
thinking too much

nothing was said about
ice cream...