Category: Blog

when one just realizes out loud
that the problem has an extra dimension
and everyone else just small-nods

or

when one shouts out a conclusion,
the solution to the problem
and everyone else just small-shakes their head ‘no’

into the field of wildflowers & weeds,
and lay hidden from the inquisitive world,
under the baking sun,
perfumed by the short grass with wet roots,
intoxicated by the dark, damp loam
then
come away with me again –
it’s not too soon for me –
to the overgrown fallow field
where tall dry grass cushions our threshings
under the secretive, dark sky
with pinpricks of crystal lux
and glacial crescent moonbeams
illuminate your downy skin

Trump will-have-been-being given
what he deserved
a cell in Leavenworth
will-have-been-being reserved
the secret service will-have been-being
ordered to stand guard
while he does time we
we will-have-been-calling hard

As for parole, this is a non-starter
for his disgrace is the nation’s honor
like Roger Stone he gives no quarter
and receives none – a goner

Quentin Crisp

when I slammed the cover shut on my I-Pad –
I’ve hit the end of the internet, I cried,
smashed into it like a drunk at the barricades
at the end of the freeway!

There seems nothing new to see –
the streams I get from the algorithms
are become repetitive in the extreme

Is there anymore harsh mirror in the world
than this, the reflected feedback
of my likes?

Oh, maybe you are not yet disappointed,
tho’ I do read daily declarations
of people taking-time-off . . .

I’ve spent a few weeks
Unfollowing, Deleting Bookmarks, Unsubscribing,
but it’s like weeding crabgrass by hand

I guess I could broaden my tastes,
‘like’ more different things,
giving up the discrimination
cultivated all these years . . .

I guess I could DO more,
and browse less,
but I’m so, so tired . . .

What did people usta do
while they waited, waited, waited
for doctors and buses and appointments?

I am reading more, again,
Civil War Histories and Russian novelties,
about moments-of-apparent-clarity
that now we know different . . .

Like when I was a college student
reading instead of studying, allatime;
no longer just at night in bed,
sometimes till dawn –
yes,
I am become a Day Reader

I’m not sure if I bought this for myself, or someone sent it to me for my birthday . . . for sure, it is a book I would have bought for myself . . .