Archive for June, 2012
Sunday, June 17th, 2012
New dream: Can we stop
working one day? Newer: Will
we have enough work?
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Saturday, June 16th, 2012
As long as the fan,
fridge, TV and computer
work, summer’s a blast.
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Friday, June 15th, 2012
Her brain demanded
she be happy and sane and
miserable, too.
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Thursday, June 14th, 2012
People, people who
eat people are the super
hungriest people …
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Wednesday, June 13th, 2012
They would never be
strangers. Each member knows their
kin from all newsrooms.
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Tuesday, June 12th, 2012
They marched to their doom,
not for crimes committed, but
for years of service.
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Monday, June 11th, 2012
We look at the world
through warped lenses, eyeing each
other with concern.
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Sunday, June 10th, 2012
The monster plowed through
many a dirt road and mall
lot on big tankfuls.
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Saturday, June 9th, 2012
Where once was farmland
and forests now stands Starbucks
and Piggly Wiggly.
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Friday, June 8th, 2012
A tomato waits
to be born in a cramped pot
on a dark counter.
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Thursday, June 7th, 2012
What’s scarier? One
lone idiot or a mob
of crazed idiots?
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Wednesday, June 6th, 2012
Her backpack has a
stowaway hitchhiker who
wants to sleep in class.
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Tuesday, June 5th, 2012
She beheld the cake
and presents and besties and
wished with eyes shut tight.
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Monday, June 4th, 2012
Sun turns to darkness
turns to rain turns to hail on
a June afternoon.
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Sunday, June 3rd, 2012
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- post-production absurdities
In writing the script
and shooting the film, do they
dream of awards shows?
- they’ll never flap in this town again
Nominees’ tummies
eat high-powered butterflies
for nervous breakfast.
- a taste of glamour
Let us peek in on
our glitterati in their
native habitat.
- collection obsession
What we don’t have gives
way to what we want to have
until we’re buried.
- martini time
Gin, and a hint of
vermouth, with maybe olive.
Drink liberally.
- surplus day
This day can be the
start of something new or the
closing of doors past.
- the winter of shorts
Spring may come in like
heat wave, but who would notice?
Global warming wins.
- the politics of bombardment
The barrage of ads
clogs the airwaves like mutant
lint, blinding viewers.
- the neighbors are at it again
The cops weren’t called as
the couple’s disturbance was
just angry texting.
- faded melodies
If I squint my ears,
they can detect a love song
crooned so long ago.
- loss is loss
She looked to the bed
on the floor, empty, quiet,
someone was missing.
- puppy couture
No dog is complete
without a hat or scarf and
no more dignity.
- confessions in a closed office
Perfectionism
is killing me slowly. A
mistake that endures.
- inspirations
Beauty, melodies,
a joke, solitude, childhood
memory, deadlines.
- try, then give up
If at first you don’t
succeed, turn on the coffee
pot and drink a cup.
- leaves of clover and shoes of horses
Sometimes, the only
luck you need hides inside the
twinkle of an eye.
- ranch of the dust bunnies
Uninhibited
and roaming freely across
the vast hardwood plains.
- five on five
Dribble and pass, run
and shoot. Block and pick. Never
back down on the court.
- faster she breathes
Their fingers touch, and
her breath quickens. Can she hear
his pulse racing, too?
- the squash adoption
The motley squadron
of harvested produce waits
to fly to kitchens.
- egos with knives
The chef bellowed at
the dishwashers. The waiters
scurried for cover.
- listened out
The words ran slower
and slower, hanging in the
air like sonic clouds.
- leaves of the trinity
The unwashed and the
rogues came to hear preaching from
St. Patrick himself.
- fading pages
Read all about the
rag that went from riches to
irrelevancy.
- bundles of neuroses
We stand naked in
hopes that the other one sees
beauty in our flaws.
- an author, of sorts
The young scribe had earned
thousands of downloads and Web
notoriety.
- green pancakes
Breakfast took on a
tinge of spring to celebrate
friends and renewal.
- for who i am
Seeing myself through
her eyes gives me pause. Am I
neurotic and weird?
- age isn’t just a number
They picked their cherished
songs from the jukebox that spanned
the many decades.
- a square lens
The photographer
seized bits and pieces of joy
for her phone scrapbook.
- a fine listener
The tall bottle poured
another glass of cab while
she shared her day’s news.
- the hanging judge
The bench welcomed back
the renegade magistrate
who thumped with the best.
- the fullest plate
Lives can be filled with
opportunities, loved ones,
or distractions. Pick.
- stances are
He kept the world out
with folded arms and earbuds,
aloof and unmoved.
- the rejection notice
Dear poet, your verse
is worse and makes us averse
to publishing it.
- casual tuesday
Style has given way
to casual chic to a
casual grotesque.
- lamb on deck
Such a warm spring feels
great now, but will be hellish
come late summertime.
- beware the fools of april
The unfunny spill
their trite amusements upon
a suspecting world.
- a piece of the action
Racers drive by in
a blur. Return every few
minutes. Blind finish.
- a generation of brats
Coddle away, you
misguided parents. We will
all suffer later.
- the temporal triangle
The clock runs backwards
while waiting and waiting in
the doctor’s office.
- forgotten silence
Only when the mind
can slip free can we feel the
embrace of stillness.
- inane clown posse
Fanatics spend their
time perfecting painted sneers,
gruesome visages.
- rolling thunder
His legs lost in war,
he greeted park visitors
with poisonous slurs.
- putting out embers
The CEO called
the manager who texted
the peon who slept.
- the somewhat good ol’ days
Listen up, children,
to hear tales of days that came
post-prosperity.
- the littlest disasters
Mayhem and mistakes
swarm misbegotten souls who
topple under stress.
- one fun pass, please
A boy builds his dreams
from cardboard boxes and lets
the world in to play.
- three bites
The French take three bites,
I have been told, to stay thin.
We just bite bigger.
- a country boy from the city
He could not mask his
down-home ways with fancy suits
and urbane patter.
- don’t forget to tip your nerds
The gurus and the
campers held forth over beers
and bright ideas.
- broadway in nashville
The neon remains
unlit as travelers walk
past bar after bar.
- inner journey
The voyage takes us
to an unknown land, the soul
without signposts.
- render unto others
Calculating my
fair share costs more than simply
emptying pockets.
- not even a wide spot
The cashier eyed the
road wearily, waiting for
her next lost driver.
- digital ghosts
How we must look as
we talk to unseen people
for unseen reasons.
- afternoon pick-me-up
Slowly, the drones came
to the counter seeking their
steaming hot fixes.
- another round of flapjacks
The girls and boy chirped
for more pancakes as fast as
Mama could fry them up.
- wastes of time
Each second squandered
by 7 billion people
devours lifetimes.
- a park under siege
Gangs roamed the city
park, but Batman was nowhere
nearby. Gotham falls.
- no child left to leave behind
The town elders held
grudges. Pupils went blind from
miseducation.
- skirmishes in the race war
The invisible
fault line shakes the residents,
wrecks institutions.
- turned around
The photographer
snaps their family moment,
backs to nosy eyes.
- calm and clear
The hundreds lost to
raging winds would have loved to
see this sunny day.
- furrows in the yard
Negative space, where
trenches of dirt become lines
of sprouts and sunshine.
- headspace
The crowded go to
extremes to find peace, quiet,
places to think hard.
- dirt nip
Compost heap awaits
transfer to battleground where
it aids seed forces.
- anthems to the old
No one celebrates
the collected wisdom or
gumption of elders.
- the corner market news
The sweet potatoes
spied on strawberries that were
minding their business.
- mat chat
The universe speaks
through the body in yoga.
It says, loudly, “Ow!”
- lettuce be thankful
Waves of fresh green and
red and yellow and orangish-
brown swirled the produce.
- ears everywhere
Long before a vibe
became a reality,
the crier had sensed.
- open-door policy
They came on foot, by
bicycle and car to gawk
at the stranger’s wares.
- presence
Focusing on now,
time does not stand still but fades
from our existence.
- lines on a map
The squirrels run rampant
across political zones
and property lines.
- the need to play in a word sandbox
Syllables pour out
like grains of sand, building book
castles, word spires.
- standards beyond standards
Perfection remains
an elusive minx, never
to be caught or tamed.
- gadget fever
Shiny and new and
still in the box, beckoning
with beeps and flashes.
- spas like us
The mud is relaxed.
The towels, fluffed and piled high.
Bring us a chai tea.
- beginner’s curve
Pressure for the slow
witted and tardy, racing
to stay average.
- the war on learning
Who can excel when
children fight viciously and
parents defend them?
- the boy in the mirror
Looking into the
glass, I spy a trembling lad
staring at the floor.
- what to do with ripe tomatoes
Plump tomatoes blush
with naked abandon, as
they get downright sauced.
- open, not closed
The best things in life
aren’t always free, but open
to all who seek them.
- literature in stereo
The author gently
unwinds his novel into
her waiting earbuds.
- on the nature of sass
Only later would
the gentleman come to learn
that her sass was love.
- try, try, then give up
Persistence can win
in the end, but surrender
can subtly subvert.
- paralysis
People parade by.
Everything happens without
guidance from within.
- beach countdown
Sandy shores await,
once the bags are packed, the tank
is filled, the work done.
- while her grandmother was under the knife
Waiting for news from
the surgeon, the granddaughter
passed time giving blood.
- around sunset
The duo played some
Beatles songs and hummed along,
sitting on the porch.
- an endless supply of ones and zeroes
The ink-stained wretches
looked at computers in awe
and with creeping dread.
- lazy bones
Neither the spirit
nor the flesh are willing when
it’s a long weekend.
- the untamed horizon
Beyond what they could
see was a place of danger
and great mystery.
- beyond service
In their graves, they rest
quietly after fighting
for those to be born.
- summer at the swimmin’ hole
Skinny dipping ain’t
for kicks, but to get cool as
fast as possible.
- bugs’ bounty
Trespassers in the
yard must pay a toll in blood
to winged collectors.
- a right proper sandwich
Southern BLT
comes without the B or the
L and tastes just fine.
- waiting on the ac
The wheel burns, the air
smothers, the seat belt latch scalds,
and the vinyl stings.
- hot on the trail of the ice cream truck
He has popsicles
and ice creams galore, but you
have to catch him first.
- sandy sojourn
Only place hotter
than home is the beach. Why do
we go there for fun?
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