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 

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? 

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 

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 

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 . . .