Thursday, April 3, 2014

Blood From A Turnip

How to get more blood 
Out of this turnip?
Only so much income 
Inflation . . . Inflating 

I'm old enough to remember 
25 cents a gallon 
Gasoline!!
Difference was 
That quarter was made 
Of silver . . .

Scarey when you think 
     About it 
Now it's all bits 
     And bites
In an electronic 
     Brain somewhere 
Science fiction---
     Back when I 
Was reading 
     Science fiction -

And what happens when 
The sun spot comes 
And wipes away all
Traces of numbers from 
The giant inter-web-net
     Brain ?
What if it gets
     A headache ? 
Is there an excedrin 
     Large enough 
An asprin for that ? 

"Take two 
And call me in the 
Morning"
Doctors used to say 

It's inevitable that someday
Something will disrupt 
It's concentration 
Computers. . .
I don't really trust such 
Complicated things 

And what about when 
They begin
To talk to 
Each other 

Where will we be 
Then? 

If only I could add 
A few more zeros 
To the account
Zeros being worth nothing 
But turning 1000
Into 10000
Into 100,000

One could dream of 
Having a checking account 
Like that. 


Monday, March 31, 2014

Disappearing Act

Today at the temple 
The air was clear 
The clouds were high 
Above the Santa Barbara 
Mountains

The breeze was cool 
My mind ran hot 

Just like the old cars 
With their radiators steaming 
On the California mountain roads

Should I or should I not ? 
What will he think 
     And should I care ? 
Can I give up
     Must I not 
Which is 
     What 
Where and 
     How 
and why is it 
Always all 
My fault ?

I will not sit. 
I will merely bow. 
Myself and myself 
     Converse 

But then
I get 
Settled in
And ask for help 
From above 

As if by magic
I am transported to where 
My mind can get 
     Some air . . .
The poor overworked thing 
Allowed to rest 
To expand into 
     Whence it came 
The feeling of 
Relief 
To again visit this 
Realm 

The feeling of 
Joy
Indescribable 

I give thanks 
I have found 
     This place 
This place inside 
Where I can go 
To disappear. . .

Do we have a choice?

What's it doing raining here?
- in the middle of a drought year -

They build and build
Another five hundred
Unit building 
More condos in the river bed
And then they cry and complain
Where will the water come from 
For these units
-As the rain water rushes to the 
Sea-

Who are they?
Do they invest
From someplace 
Else?

My great grandfather 
Farmed oranges in 
Orange County 
Now oranges come from
Elsewhere 
Shipped to the millions of people
Who live
There 
Now

What do we do 
With the land 
With the place 
Where we live 
Do we turn it into asphalt 
And concrete?
Do we grow nutritious food 
Nearby 
And stroll in 
Gardens and 
In forests 

I suppose we 
Have a choice 


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Cut the cord/Cut the cable

I've done it 
-Finally done it 
Tired of huge bills 
And nothing on-
But oh I will miss 
Duck dynasty-

Pulled the plug-
Cut the cable-
 in a rush of 
     Budget constraint-

All the news 
I won't know-
All the tragedy I will hear about
Only in passing 
Only second or third hand-

What will I need to know 
That I won't know 
And how will this affect me?

The earth shook last evening-
It was a long gentle shaking-here-
A gentle movement 
     Of the earth
One waits 
One does not know 
Will it stop 
Or will it grow 
Will this be the big one 
Which causes us to 
     Slip into the sea?

I won't know
Until I'm actually swimming 
That it is so 
There will be no commentator
To tell me 
What I should 
Know

The used videos at the thrift store
Cost 
Two dollars apiece
I watch them avidly
A movie with no commercial 
     Interruptions 
How nice 
How novel 
     Who knew?

"What if they gave a war 
     And nobody came " 
What if tv viewers 
     Did the same-
All those advertising dollars
     Flapping in the breeze with 
     No one to tease 

It's quieter here
     Now 
More time to 
     Think 
To contemplate

Maybe I will 
     Get things done 
Which I have left 
      Undone 

It is raining ??
I will step outside and 
See. 

Monday, March 24, 2014

Unfathomable Conversation

What could they possibly mean 
By that 
We want works, of so many 
Words 
So much, or no rhyme 
And we will pay a few dollars or
No dollars

Don't they realize that those of us 
Who write 
Have another reason 
Have another rhyme
Dance 
To the beat of the 
Different drummer ?

They will publish us -
How nice of them 
      To bother 
Now the Internet 
Has given us 
Wings !

-so to speak-

An iPhone and 
- nothing on tv 
Will do 
For inspiration 

An Unfathomable man
Will make 
For 
Interesting 
Conversation

Aging comes in 
For more 
"Inspiration"
Which friend has 
Just died ...
And did they die well
Did they get to go easy
Did they give up.
     Let go
     Gracefully? 

Don't, please God,
Let him go yet
-so many bits of him 
I've just met 
So many Unfathomable conversations 
Yet to have

Having said all this 
I will submit 
A few pages of 
Musings
Sacred mutterings
Confused 
Mumblings

But I will never submit -
Never surrender !
Because
As an American Woman...
I don't have to 
!!!
Thank the great
Goddess!





Tax Tyme

Can I write this off
This coffee
This latte? 
If I sit here 
And think about 
The irs ?

If I consider 
If I contemplate 
Which line goes where 
And to what do I add 
And or subtract 
What?

What percentage of 
Whom do I declare-
I declare
I want 
Out of here 

I love this country
Love this place
But when it comes to 
April
Every year 
We hear 
Wailing 
And  gnashing  
Of teeth!

And I again contemplate ...
They know more about me 
Than I do -
Just take what you take -
- leave me alone -

Don't even let me know -
I'll just try 
To live on the rest -
Whatever you choose 
To leave me with -
After all the people get
All the stuff for free
Not me-!
I always fall 
Just between 
The cracks 

Barely enough money 
To eat,
Much-
But just enough
Not to qualify

For anything
What-so-ever 
Ever!

It's always been 
Like that 

All my life -
I know people 
Who qualify
For everything -

God bless 'em 
God bless us all-
Everyone

They never have to work 
Another day 
They have found 
A way
Am I just 
Too honest 
Too straight forward
Or too 
Stubborn?

What is up 
With this crazy country ?
I can't write off 
A latte ...

Singing Monks

Singing monks 
Dressed in black
They have dedicated their lives to...
So serious and celibate 

Really serious...
Do they not know 
The joy 
The bliss
The lightness
Within ?

The spring of living water
The joy of the spirit
That's all in your book too-
Right along with some very violent 
Psalms 

You sing so sweetly
The psalm which speaks of 
smashing the enemy's children's heads
Against rocks

What???