Saturday, April 12, 2014

Foggy Zen

Saturday morning exercise class 
Why do I commit
To these things?
Alright, 
It's at noon 
But still. . .
Today we have overcast 
Which makes it seem 
Like 
Blah- 
There is a wind chill factor 
Which makes it seem colder -
There is also a fog factor
Which makes it seem -
Older 
Motivation seems 
Nonexistent 
-get up and go-
-zip- of any kind 
Hard to find 
Missing in non-action 
A-o-l 
-Without leave 
Absent -
Vacant- 
Zen - without effort 
Old age 
(And fog)
Have done it 
For me 

Dishes. . .

Of all the people
On this earth
There is one
Who thinks
I'm special -
That's special

He may be crazy
May be misinformed
But
I'm not going to
Tell him just
Yet

It will be my special
Secret
One I will hold
Dear

And if he ever does
Come to his senses
And find someone more
- well adjusted

I will treasure
The time we had together
And wish him well
As he begins another journey
With the one
Who has all
Her dishes done
- always 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Forever


Backyard campfire. 
And all's right 
With the world 

Warm days
Global warming 
Are these the last days ?

Candles push back the darkness 
U r busy 
Elsewhere 

The fire has died 
The remnants of 
The pine tree 
I cut down 
To save the 
Pipes -
Glow 

And give 
Warmth 

I hear the roadway -
People rushing 
Somewhere 

I wish 
I could stay 
This relaxed 

Forever 

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Guacamole

It's all going to 
Come back 
To bite you on the A**

Everything you write 
Everything you say -
So why 
I ask -
do we even talk 
At all 

Why don't we have the sense 
To see this coming -
And shut up 

But what fun 
Would that be ?

As a child 
With no one to talk to 
A blank piece of paper 
Was a friend -
Someone who 
Would listen to 
All my moanings 
And groanings 

Now, I have no excuse 
Other than 
Pure cussedness -

I have learned to read, 
To write 
And to think 

And someone 
( maybe Al) 
Invented the 
Internet . . .

So now we write 
For a cloud of nebulousness 
Who is it 
That's out there?

That's the interesting bit 
I have no idea 
Who's listening 
Who's reading 
 But still, 
Like eating chips,
I dip 

Into the 
Guacamole . . .

Gently Rocking Train

Just nothin' like a 
Glass of wine on a 
Gently rocking 
Train

Pacific surf liner -
In the dark 

And you by my side -

Muted conversation
Shuffling cards -

Solitaire 
- on the phone -

-Can't see the scary tunnel 
When it's dark outside -
Will probably hear it 
And wish 
For another glass -
Of wine 

But must maintain 
In public -

Can't be too comfortable 

Just -

On the edge of relaxing -
Thanking all the gods ---
We are not 
Driving !!!

Train and Subway to LA

Train and subway to la. 
To see a play. 
There's a time for everything
I always swore I would never go 
Beneath the streets to ride 
In the dark 
In earthquake country 
I kept my eyes closed 
Almost 
The whole way. 

Relieved there was no 
8.0
On the Richter scale . . .

A Play about Mormons
In darkest Africa 
They come through my neighborhood-
Sometimes 

But what about women ?
What about divine mother 
Don't they know her 
In her brilliant light 
What of their hearts 
And their bliss 
And the joy 
     Of the Holy Spirit 

What has that to do 
With golden plates? 
The gold would be the color 
Of the chakra that opens 
And showers us with
Droplets of 
Golden 
Shimmering 
Joy

Friday, April 4, 2014

Siri

Speaking to Siri 
Letting her right
SHe doesn't know right from right

Write
I could say, letting her type
But then how would the creative process
Be affected by machine