Back In The Box . . .

Where is the balance point ? 

Where is the emphasis ? 

All the puzzle pieces 

Will go 

Back in the box -

All our angst 

All our anger 

All our yearning 

All our manipulating 

All our climbing of mountains 

And fear 

And worry 

Will go 

Back In the box 

One day 

We will not be able to say

One damn thing About it 

Because 

We'll 

Be done 

So it seems 

     If there 

Were something to 

     Concentrate on 

Which would not fade 

Which would not go 

     Away 

Might that not be 

A better way 

To spend our time 

I'm just wondering 

     Here 

Here's to Humidity !

Here's to humidity 

May it ever reign -

Will it ever rain

Again? 

Sweat, sweat, sweat, 

Happy Fourth of July !

I never remember such 

Humidity

It's global hotness -

Must be -

Combine this with 

Menopause -

Hot flashes -

And u have 

One long hot flash

For all of 

     Humanity! 

Sweat, sweat, sweat ! 

How can anyone 

Find the energy 

To do 

Anything

Today ?

No more war 

We r 2 hot! 

And dripping wet 

With sweat

No more Wall Street

Thievery 

Oh -

They have air conditioning 

That must be 

It !

Unnatural conditions 

Not putting the breaks on

Over arching 

Behavior patterns -

If they had to figure out 

How to rob us all

In these conditions 

They would just 

Stop 

Call a halt and 

Call for 

Mint Julips

Lots and lots 

Of 

Mint Julips 

Priorities 

Would change 

Quickly 

If the boardrooms 

Became 

Humid 

Unsupported Browser

An unsupported

Browser -

Not being up on computer 

Jargon -

Is that a library patron 

Without a foundation 

Garment ?

Is it a shopper without 

An independent 

Income? 

Is it me 

Without 

U ? 

Who will hold me 

Tonight at 

The Tango Milonga? 

Alas, 

I will be unsupported 

By 

You 

No strong and tall shoulders 

Upon which to 

Lean 

No chest to lay my head 

Against 

Others will have 

To do 

But 

They 

Will not be 

You 

What about our 

Emerging 

Moves ?

Those shoulder led turns 

And clever 

     Walk throughs

And the moves 

We steal 

     From other dances 

     And don't say . . .

    Just,

Look the other 

     Way 

The Tango Police 

Haven't been by here -

Lately 

Interest

Aliens among us

I do enjoy the internet-

Mindset . . .

What do we believe 

And who told us to - ?

Going to school 

After World War II 

-One only believed 

What "they" wanted us 

To

One knew that danger lurked 

Behind any 

Independent 

Thinking. 

We were judged and graded 

Upon our ability to 

Conform -

In body and mind 

Such conformity 

Was backed up

With Capital Punishment 

With capitals !

They could beat you at 

School 

And beat you at 

Home 

Just for 

Good measure -

Fifties ladies might brag about 

Breaking the wooden spoon 

Or the pancake turner

On their male child's 

Backside 

They might brag 

At church -

To each other 

It was the accepted thing 

The constant 

Threat 

Of death

Add to that 

The birth of 

Television - to add to 

Newspapers and 

Radio 

We have generations now 

Of those told 

What to do 

- go shopping!

Live between here 

And 

The mall 

Go in debt

Pay interest

To 

"Them"

The VERIZON Pause

Data 

I have data 

I can write 

Verizon says so 

After the 25th 

Of the month 

U can again 

Communicate 

With friends -

Before that 

The cell phone becomes 

Quite useless -

Could use it as 

- a small square 

Coaster 

- a door stop for 

A mini door 

- not much else 

Did Shakespeare have such 

Problems ?

(Not comparing myself,

No way) 

But still- 

Hamlet would have 

Been on hold -

Romeo and Juliet 

Could have paused - 

Worked out their problems 

With the parents 

- married 

And been together long enough 

To 

- get on each other's 

Nerves 

Little Romeos running around screaming 

Pulling baby Juliet's hair 

Older Juliet trying to 

Get the laundry done 

- over the stove -

Becoming frayed and older 

Reaching menopause -

See what delights 

The "verizon pause" in 

      Writing 

Could 

Entail

Out out damned spot 

Becomes 

Oh heck 

 - Got to go back to counseling 

Again ! 

King Lear would get shortened 

- as a play - 

Which would probably not 

Be a bad thing 

But now 

(Forsooth) 

I must be gone 

For I have awaiting 

The dancing lesson 

Whether I would 

Or no . . .

Twins

U don't look at your cell phone 

     In the afternoon

I don't look at mine 

     In the morning 

U don't schedule things 

      Mid week

I don't schedule things 

      Weekends 

This may be 

      The perfect 

Relationship . . .

U will tell the establishment 

What is wrong 

With it -

Straight up 

In their faces -

I -

Never say a 

Word 

Other than that 

We have so much 

In common 

Other than that 

We r just like twins 

(Or not) . . .

People can be 

So 

Hard to figure 

Out 

I envy the hermits 

In the Himalayas 

Sometimes 

But even they

Have to have someone 

Bring them food 

-All the time-

And what if they 

Don't like 

The menu ? 

Who could they complain to ?

They r supposed to b

Desireless

By then. 

Wanting nothing 

Being nobody 

Nothing but 

Zen. 

Practical

Thinkin' I had to 

Go someplace 

To get 

Something 

Somewhere else 

Now I begin 

To see 

That the place 

To go 

Is here -

To sit down 

Here -

And go 

Within -

This the fascinating , wonderful

Place -

Natives in costumes 

Not 

(Except for those of us

Who live here)

Cut off jeans, Hawaiian shirts 

And 

Flip flops 

Fascinating native 

Ambiance 

See how they live 

Some homeless 

Some 

Not 

Some surfing 

Some walking 

Verizon says 

I have used 75% of my 

Data plan 

Poetry loses to 

Practicality. . .