Posts for June 16, 2020 (page 6)

i do not  
know how to communicate
i do not understand so many things
i do not like pain
i do not like liars
i do not like deceit
i do not like hate
i do not like supremacy
i do not like scared dogs
i do not like scared cats
i do not like scared snakes 
do not like scared anything
i do not corner anything scared
i do not trust-even the hand that feeds me bites
i do not like being confused
i do not like what i do not like, so i try to avoid what i do not like
i do not like people who do not clean up after themselves
i do not like apathy, but it helps maintain sanity
i try to accept what i do not like or understand
i live in denial-partnered with amnesia
i like sunrises i like sunsets
i appreciate a good night’s sleep
i enjoy driving a tractor
i feel blessed when i see barn swallows darting about in a feeding frenzy
i stand in awe of the natural world, how imbalance creates balance
i marvel at colors i live with music i embrace the arts
i would love to love an artist-i had sex with a musician once-he made love to me
I wonder if loving is something I am able to do one more time before I die
i wonder if i should risk opening my heart- after all open-heart surgery is around the corner-that seems like more risk than i care to take
i am scared i cannot accept i do not understand
why man can’t stop man’s inhumanity to man

I thought long and hard about the cappuccino crunch
before I succumbed.
Firm paper straw between my lips
sucking sweet icy coffee
and then later the hard balls of chocolate-covered
nuts cracking  between my teeth–
decisions I’ll probably come to regret
squeezing the roll of fat around my belly.
I can pinch it, compress the flesh between thumb
and fingers.  But then again the caffeine sugar high.

Broom in hand, he glances up at her
as she saunters by the grocery store;
same time each day, on purpose,
he hopes.  This day, she sweeps her hair
off the curve of her cheek, tilts
her head towards him and claims
him with her eyes.  In that moment,
he knows he can never resist 
the magnetic pull
that weds the two of them;
she, barely out of high school,
he, a would-be musician.

Their first years together are
sultry improvisations and interlude.
Over the course of some thirty years,
their sheet music mellows;
changes from combo to choir,
and then, too early, to requiem.

He never gets the chance to kiss
the soft cheeks of his grandchildren,
to teach them old jazz standards
or how to identify instruments
by their sound.

She donates his saxophone
to the high school band; melody
and memory too intertwined.
Time for a new composition.

Coal black eyes burrow my depths…
you possess talent for comforting
or receding.

Yet you have your swagger-
annoyed to be brushed
pout when scolded
demand structure for
mealtime and walks.

Allow young paws to caress you
but dodge open hands
atop your head.

Sense human angst and fear
snuggling by their side
just as you sidle up for
yours during a storm.

We live in harmony
as long as I obey
Sir Clancy’s rules.
Happy Birthday Little Man!

One can fix a ring upon a hand
yet never really breathe in 
sweetened, redolent romance reaping
gold from dark macadam stripped
or a tidy fist of dimpled filters, 
honey among a swoln hummock’s heart
we’d nestled there in fragrant talks, 
what figures tingling tongues unveil
from quietly crackling cherries’ traces—
rings unwound from silvery strings
that craze old Archimedes still.

Tabernacled under the spreading sky,
we would play on the rock formations
in a now-logged Jackson County woods. 

To us kids, this shack was both primitive
and paradise–we’d have to ford a river

A daemon runs in the background and supervises the system.

Modern daemons follow a simpler yet powerful scheme
(here called “new-style” daemons)

This makes it easier to control.

all new-style daemons communicate via listening.

daemons are automatically activated

to start-up and maintain the daemon, use the directive

it is possible to bind activation to events.

This provides for nicer abstraction and gives administrators the option to enable controlling/manipulating.

simpler or better daemons shall be bound.

Make sure to set a good human-readable description

Do not disable, unless you really know what you do.

If not already implemented, add an optional command
to disable daemonization.

—
Found poem (erasure) from the Linux Man Pages. Full text here:
https://man7.org/linux/man-pages/man7/daemon.7.html

I want to dream

in a place
where I have been before
not dreaming.

I want the face
in that place
to be yours.

I want your breath
on my neck
to be what  woke me.

Having come to strive with man?
Had you seen him all along?

Jacob?

Is that why you, rising in the nighttime,
Saw them safe across the water?
And came back to linger alone?

Jacob?

If you had not held on so tightly,
Struggling until dawn?

He had to maim you to get loose
He had to maim you,

Grappling through the darkness till the light
cracked through.

I won’t let go until you bless me
I won’t let go
I won’t

There will be consequences for your toiling with the Lord.

But you will leave this place with a new name

And you will walk like a man broken.