Monday, April 28, 2014

Transcendence

Trying to find an app. 
That is not connected 
A calendar that would be mine only 
Not one that would 
Notify google 
Of all that I do 
Can't find it 
We've gone beyond 
That sort of privacy
We no longer control our 
Own devices 
Someday my toaster will 
Rebel 
Will tell
On me 
My tv will look back at me 
And say 
Something critical 
I just know it will
Oh you look like you've gained 
A little weight dear
Gained a wrinkle and a 
Grey hair -
Where does it stop 
And do I care 
I have a certain resistance 
To it 
Thinking one might need some 
Privacy
But that's gone 
The eye in the sky is
Looking down 
But when I sit down 
It can't tell how deep I get 
It cannot know if I transcend 
- yet 

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Just One of Those Days

Just one of those days 
So tired 
And alone -
Relishing being alone . . .
Too tired to deal 
With people and their problems 
And their talking 
And their walking 
And their brains busy spinning 
Love them 
But
Every once in awhile 
It's one of those days 
And the ice cream truck going by 
Is too much! 

Need this space 
Need this time 

To rest and dream 
To get back In touch 
With the presence of -

I guess this means 
I am not a type A personality-
Maybe a type 
R- as in rest 
Or a type M
As in meditate 
- a type H 
As in hermit 

Please don't be the type that 
Walks to the store and buys chocolate. 
Oh dear - ! -

Where's my wallet? 

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Home Improvement

So now it begins again 
Begins again 
     In earnest 
     This time. 
Never 
I repeat, 
Never buy 
An old house -or-
A house of 
     Any kind 
Be content 
To rent 

One never owns a house 
The termites do 
They are the ones who 
Really prosper 
Here 
They are content -
And they pay no rent 
They sneak along in the floorboards 
And chew 
What a stunning existence 
     If you're into 
     That sort 
Of thing 
If you really like the taste 
Of wood 
Which they obviously 
Do 

She knows a guy -
Who knows a guy -
Who's really good at 
Ripping the heck 
Out of your house 

But first move everything -
Out -
Of the way -
Thirty years worth of 
Absolute necessities and 
     Treasures -
I need a nap
Just thinking about it -
I will need a vacation  
But 
Oh yes -
The Money will have been spent 
I will
Be camping on piles of 
     Stuff
Stacked in the yard 
Or maybe spend a night 
At the storage facility

What a great business 
Opportunity 
- camp with your stuff 
For a nominal fee -
Have a campfire 
In the old bar-be-que 
Burning books 
One can no longer read 
Because one 
Can't afford 
Glasses 
Anymore 

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 . . .