Posts for June 15, 2017 (page 3)

Unnoticed was the moment
you slid from my possession
down between the car seats,
ghosted well through midnight.

I could have fixed the problem,
you were just in the parking lot,
could have brought you back inside
and remained tied to my pocket.

Instead I made it a windowless room,
no pretty pictures to wonder about,
no messages to never send
or to never receive.

Instead I was
one hundred percent present
among my closest friends,
no desperate corner to fester in,

because it’s just so hard to enjoy a moment
letting the outside in.
I’d rather see trees and forests
than go thirsting in dry lands.

Free of your influence,
I’m left merely physical
which turns out to be my best side.
My most content.

I’ll be doing this again,
unplugged and coasting by
on what the world surrounds me with
to get me through a night.

The promise of a new notebook
Ripe to be filled with keen observations
Juicy gossip and events to be
Remembered fondly
But when pen touches page
Any semblance of an idea vanishes
Like the wand of an etch-a-sketch
Swiping left then right
Now my finger has found its way
To a tiny screen, where it can be found
Swiping left then right
Until it falls off
Losing its ability to write, create
Function without it
Though I would like to think otherwise
My imagination is no match
For my deeply distracted,
Overly informed little mind
When did I type that “f”
And hit enter?

He plays rough with his cars.
Crashes one into the coffee table.
Needs Daddy’s help to glue it back.
Breaks it again.
Need’s Daddy’s attention.

Dennis Rodman has high expectations
for his trip to North Korea.
Financed by a marijuana banking service
he looks to use his friendship with Kim Jong Un
(big basketball fan)
to open up this piece of the Asian market.  

It would be nice to see the Supreme Leader
mellow out a little from time to time.
Maybe go on an Oreo binge.
Extra Crispy Beijing Duck, whatever.  

So far there has been no official statement
from the White House
that Rodman has been, is now, or ever will be,
the first US Ambassador to NK.
Keeper: Don’t be too confident he will not be.  

In similar news, human spontaneous combustion,
a mysterious, controversial,
and much derided phenomenon,
has been substantially cleared up.
Bodies have been found
charred to only muscle and bone,
leaving cloths and furniture intact
around them. Research has now shown
that body fat can act as a wick
carrying fire (once started) through the body
burning nothing but fat.
Keeper: don’t try to get rid of your belly
by setting the fat on fire.  

Norwegian scabies
is hundreds of times more infectious
than American scabies
and it has a predilection for genitals.
Keeper; regardless of how tall and blond
and generally incredibly attractive,
look a Norwegian over carefully
before engaging in intimate contact.  

That’s all for now. Feel free to send me your keepers.

   There’s a vacuum in every human heart

           I heard someone say that today

                      It must be why
               this ache never mends
                     knowing I’ll not
                  ever see you again…

Lean your bicycle against the grey rocks.
Sit in a patch of scrubby grass
nurse your knees—tired after this long ride
note mushroom and log
lying as if tossed by a careless hand
in a vague attempt to liven
these flat acres.  

Suddenly a raven leaps from the sky
croaks out his hag song
glides down to land
on bike bars.  

Dull afternoon sky opens
with a boom heralding rain
but before the first drop
clouds alight on your shoulders
like warm damp hands
and show you a twilight sky ajar
lightly peppered with stars
and revealing the rolling depths
of space—
a blackness littered with planet
and meteor and moon
as if some indolent hand
scattered clods of matter
and having sown his crude atoms
left for other fields
in need of tending.    

~inspired by Tobias Aboleda’s “Society for Invisible Boys”  

An Ethiopian-born cab driver
delivers us to Kansas City Joe’s,
BBQ Battle Champion.

We opt for the burnt ends (while they last)
brisket with 2 sides and Texas toast–
spicy coleslaw and Kansas City caviar.

Come for the flavor,
come for the commotion,
come to eat heartily.

Long lines,
an hour wait,
nobody complains.

Won’t it be great
If Stephen King
Dies in a way
He never thought of?

Idea for today:
If you shun someone, they can’t learn from you.

                                                  Sleeping Naked

I love sleeping naked,
the sensuous feel of body between sheets,
every turn a cool caress.
I stroke my belly,
give myself encouraging love pats.
We’ve lived together so long,
my body and I.
I treat it like a friend.