The Dream

It was a big snake
     a really, really,
     big snake
like a python
     with a big mouth
     and big fangs

I had to hang on
     with both
     my hands
As hard as I could

It was trying
     to bite
     my face

It was inches
     from me
Trying to kill me
     with
     poisonous fangs

Hard to hold
     onto

Squiggling-
      Squirming-
     like a really big snake
          would do
Very muscular, sinuous, scaly
     Beautiful-
     And deadly too-

Maybe it's because
     life's been like that
     lately
Trying to
     bite me
To squirm
     out of my
     hands
Really too much
     for me to
     hold onto
Really too much
     for me
     to understand

Or maybe it was
     the midnight snack
With the
     hot sauce

Either way

Waking up
     was not
     a bad thing
This morning

It was nice
     to see
The REALLY
 BIG SNAKE
     fade away
           with
           the light
           of day

Pure imagination. . .
     as they say
     (in their
     Zen-like
          way)
-is true with so much of
the essence of me
and the essence of you-

and then...
I ponder, if the universe knew,
it was
April fools day
too

hold on

 Waiting on hold
-waiting to talk to a human
-yelling at a "machine voice"
   doesn't get me much
   in the way of satisfaction
but
just in case...
"this call may be monitored
for quality assurance"....
What kind of quality is this?
     You are a mega-giant corporation.
     One which sells stock.
     One which is a pillar of the economy.
     And you #@%&* can't hire enough people
     to answer your #$@%&* phone???
So monitor this call-
Record this call-
I'm telling your recording
all about it
-as I listen to your "soothing" music
-which only irritates me more!!!
and then the "machine voice"
comes on to advertise to me
That's not
very
soothing

6 to 9 minutes ...
how many millions of dollars
is this large monopoly worth
I can't go anywhere else to get this
product, this electricity

but when the "person" comes on
I'm as nice as pie
-for I realize
that the job he has
is not very jazzy
-not very fun
and it's not his fault
at all
that
the
machines
have taken
over
the world

Atlas Sneezed

and why
did the gods
create colds

Sometimes it seems they play with us
like the Greek gods of old

sitting on their mount Olympus's
looking down

viruses, germs, bacteria
could bring down Hercules

-no need to cut his hair-
or was that Samson
-I'm too congested to care- 

Argentine Tango

and I see you dancing with some other 

and I know I 

     wouldn't want you anyway 

far too superior and regal for the likes of me 

I'd do something 

     I just know it 

too outrageous for words 

and 

I wouldn't 

even know it... 

but occasionally 

the dance 

comes my way 

and I get to hold 

onto you 

and run around the floor 

I'm getting better 

at it 

and I hope to one day

impress you no end 

with my prowess 

with my grace 

-with the satisfied look on 

     my face

 

They call this dance 

the four minute love affair 

and I'm thankful 

for the lack of entanglement, involvement,

And all the rest--- 

This dance gives 

     the best 

The connection 

The power, and the grace

the tension between 

the two lovers 

-for four minutes 

anyway  

 

new gadget  netbook  notebook     there is no return    how do they expect us to write   in long long  lines  like this    what person programed this     obviously was not       did not type out poems in the coffee shop     maybe there is a way       a way  i have yet to discover      just wait a bit until i can afford a new cell phone     then we will see what it's like to write from every possible place   i hate to say     pen and paper may still be the best way

nearly a year

it's been nearly
a year
since the BLOGGING
began

I was nervous
all day
after that
first
fateful
POST

yea gads
someone will see
they will "read" me

they might even
comment
and say
"i suk"

(so far, no comments)
and I've earned about
a dollar, seventy five.

but the people who read
they're from all over...
the world...
-imagine that!

-maybe very bored-
or - lost on the internet-
whatever
-I want them to know
that I appreciate their visit-
I look at the numbers 
as they
climb dizzily into the
TRIPLE digits
(more than a hundred!)
yea gads!

but it's addictive
this computer writing stuff
a little like a crossword puzzle
only more fun
intuitive
creative
words
dancing around
chasing a meaning
puzzling out
something
worth seeing
worth commenting
on
maybe to share
an idea
a smile
an a-ha moment
we're all in this together
this life
and we'll all end up
going
the same place
(maybe different compartments
for different beliefs)
but we'll be there-
and on time

for once

Christmas List

Happy Christmas
to us all

They say
Christmas
will be sunny
and warm

I will go to the beach
and contemplate
the waves

I don't do enough
of that
I will put it on my
list

The one I make
every year

I wonder, if I find
a list from long ago
Will anything on it
have been done ?

Or was it all
just wishful thinking
-Gemini imagination-

-as I look at stacks
of papers...
there may be a list
in there...

I will certainly
put it on my list
-this year-
to make inroads...,
excursions...
into and among
the stacks
of papers

I wish someone else
could do it
Maybe Santa Claus
and all his reindeer
Maybe the elves

they could do the work
and leave me cookies!
that would be a good plan!
-I'll put it on my
list-