Midtown

Midtown 

Coffee house

Serving medicinal caffeine 

     And bran muffins

Playing old songs 

Through a computer...

Locals chattering on

Where did the time 

Go?

These songs are not 

Old

I remember just 

Thinking

I need to learn to

Play that one 

Just the other 

Day

But life 

Got in the way. 

Now I limp 

A little

As I begin

The walk to the 

Coffee shop

Wondering if the bucket 

List 

Will outlast me

Considering with sorrow

All I wanted to do 

All those dreams

Full of wonder 

Reminding myself to 

Remember 

All the wonderful things 

I have done. 

And something-

Something wonderful 

Yet to

     Come

Day Trip

A day away 

A day to walk

A day to see the streams run 

Which have been dry 

For a long time

In south California 

Wild flowers will wake up

Small birds will call

And I will remember how 

I am a part of it all

Dear Mr Buffett

Dear Mr Buffett

Before u go 

Could u please

Leave me a billion

Or so...

I'm sure everyone asks u this

U must get tired of it

U've worked so hard for it!

What would my credentials be,

My resu-me?

It's here I stumble 

It's here I fail 

For I know the most 

     Unworthy

Pale before me 

     -on a good day

I struggle to keep 

     The goldfish fed 

Plants watered-

But I do not 

     Give up-

That's one thing 

I don't do

I write this from 

The dentist chair 

My mouth all full 

Of goo

For it seems that I try so hard 

So seriously -

So sincerely -

     That my poor teeth

      R feeling the brunt

Of it 

Support for poets !!

This is an art

     They say...

Putting into words

The verities/ 

Vulgarities 

Of life 

And then there's 

The 600$$ dentist bill

I'll have to 

Pay

Psychology

Having always 

Wanted to meet myself

Let me know 

If you see me...

Walking down a road

Or some other place 

Let me know if you see my face 

She will be a bit

     Bewildered

Gravely disappointed...

But looking up 

To hills for

The one- from

Which comes

Our help

She feels she has 

     Been 

Promised this-

She feels someone

     Must know-

She reads the books

She hears the talks

She wonders 

And she walks

Through the little 

     Neighborhood

No dogs to go along-

     Long gone

The best friends 

     Of this life-

Why don't humans

Get along

As well

If you see her 

Let me know

She's looking 

For her self

-they say

Everyone

Has one-

Coffee

It is a day for which coffee

Is necessary...

My plans have all

Gone awry

Rumi says 

Without stomping 

There would be no wine

Grapes must be squashed, 

     Smashed and 

          Pulverized. 

What is this wine?

And where

     Can I 

          Get some ??

Writing for Robots

Is it all robots?
My "friend says it's all robots"
Viewing my blogging.

Writing for robots-
The title
The new book...
Written for robots
Built by robots...
The world is
     Changing...


Search engines
Searching for me
Or at least
     Who they think I am
Web bots and rainbows
Bits and bites
And
Let me call a friend
     To have lunch with-

A robot can't do that
But I am writing
On an iPhone
My answering machine is
     Answering for me
And the thermostat is
Robotically
Keeping me warm

So then
This robot
Messes up
And I can't find
What
I've written

And then
I give up
And then
Inexplicably
I find it again
And finish

Written in real time
With a thing which
Does not
Cooperate fully

Very frustrating!...

The body robot is
Getting hungry

What to do
About
That?

The body robot-

I wish there was 

An app for that !

For feeding the 

     Biologic-

For dentist

For doctor

For relationships 

     Of all kinds ! ! !

-Just found an app for this!

Now robots are much more 

Symbiotic

Speaking together 

Happily 😊

But still 

Capitalizing

Uncontrollably!

The beginning of every line

When 

They should know

That's just not right !

They should know that 

     Is the  prerogative 

     Of the poet !

But they have not been 

Programmed 

For that - ! -

And that 

My friends is 

The crux

 Of this problem !

The robots can only do 

What they've been 

     Programmed to 

And if I can't stop them 

     From capitalizing...

How do we suppose 

We can stop them from 

Other 

More 

Sinister things ... !

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee
After a day
On the road
Yes
We saw wonderful things
But the rush of it
The push of it
Might leave one feeling
Exhausted

Morning coffee
Safely
Back home
I suppose
There is a
Balance to it

If I can ever find it

Worldly life
Seems to me
To be
All uphill
And then you're dead
What was it for

Always fighting
Always trying
Always an ego
To appease

Appeasing an ego
... Not so easy
They seem to have voracious
Appetites
They seem to always know
What's right
...or think they do

Morning coffee
Can I find that place
Can I find that space
The one that has no cares
Or worries
Within it

Let us try...