I have been unemployed since April 1st.
Went to NYC and Philly.
Fun.
I want to create.

doggie do

i deleted it
before i buttoned it
because it was too much
like all the other
posts
going on about sunshine and trees
feared i may use the word fingers again
so i will go on about afghans
delicate, graceful, yet funny looking.

is late
close to another year
of spinning sunsets
and webs of joy
and waves and waves of memories
outstretched palms and fingerlings
in the distance
you wonder when you will join them.

Bad Koko!!

some foods are easy to swallow
i can slide down a perogy to save time or effort
from chewing, and bananas are great
if you're in a rush or lazy.

there was once a colour spelled vermillion,
whose father was wed to red and had children,
none of them bled,
with knives olive them said,
we stay thanks to the lord and put in him.

Men's sundry.

Spoiled rotten.

two thousand and five.
in aviation one is trained to pronounce that
"too thousand and fife".

summer a latin quarter
dripping with pennies
sitting a late corner
the milk boils, it sighs
rises on all fires
breathing halo of joy to my eyes
the cafe closes and sitting there silently
the cat's eyes its noses.

* * *

happy birthday mutti.

wow, the sun really brings out the dust in things,
i guess that's what inspired "that saturday mornin' shine"
and i see the opposite of that.

kay well i'm back.
only to say

snow's back,
and i'm melting

ice a that every ear.

god is throwing acorns at me
pelting past my head
three pavement pings as they bounce
and funnel down the driveway drains
into lonely, dark tunnels.

the rain is back. and we all know what that means.
means the worms is happy. and that makes the birds happy.
and when they is happy…

what's the use of having a blog if you don't even write in it?
i have never kept a journal of any sort and regret it often.
not today though.
i am enjoying the fan.

i am very upset that i cannot go watch The Cremaster Cycle.

a lot has transpired.
a lot has changed.

i'm sitting in feancy...
no, feancy schmancy british airways lounge in JFK.
i have been under a lot of great duress trying to
fly out of here standby since july 4th.
that is a lot of long, tiring and expensive trips to
and from the airport.
my gracious hosts made it all bearable.
even surprising me out at terminal 9 one night!
first time without a window seat in a long time.
top it off, we are delayed by over an hour.

the first raindrop of the year
had hoped to hit the ground
instead it graced a leaf and bounced
back up into a million and to
whet the lips of an eager season

one day we should all go down
and feed the barnacles
the gulls and the breeze have enough
light and spray to sing on
that the tidepools reflect their joy
through ripples and whelks
upward into a stony eye.