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the hook at the end of the cable of the crane

rises. the strap tied to the hook stretches

and creaks. the cargo enwrapped in strapping

stirs and scrapes along the gravelly ground, then,

swinging into the air, is briefly silent as it

dangles aloft and slowly

spins.

..

a few seconds later and a dozen feet in the air

a flaw in the strap gives and stretches and snaps

and the cargo falls and crashes, wood-

box corner first, bursting the box, and the metal

inside clashes and screams,

ruining the delicate mechanisms,

destroying the precise arrays they described.

..

the crew chief swears,

the crane operator stares,

and the project manager slips into his office

to weep.

a mare drops her foal in a light rain and the

foal gains a stance like a doomed tripod and blinks

away raindrops and takes hesitant steps and takes in

the rained-on field and her blood and bone say

this’ll do

she returns to her mother and her mother gives suck

..

is there love between them?

look at them

and learn of a love beyond your ken

been away from the studio &

three pieces needed glazing

so i did them all in atlantis aqua

a pawn a bishop and a knight on a dragon

then looked for clay of mine and found some

and made a bird with four variably-sized eggs

there’s an hour of session time left

but wrapping things up now

makes for a leisurely cleanup and a sooner reunion

with a sweetheart who’s waiting at home

darkness 1

someone is dying a bit at a time. pieces

of their psyche have withered as the pain mounts

and the curtain begins to draw closed.

..

darkness 2

the school is in lockdown. not a drill. footsteps

click smartly in the corridor as if the feet were clad in hobnailed boots. ms. brashton puts her finger to her lips to signal total silence to the kids under the desks and tables. it scares some of the kids to see ms. brashton’s eyes roll so wildly.

..

darkness 3

he has to walk to work on sundays because clock-in is at 5am and the sunday bus does not run early enough.

half a block before he gets to the bridge over the river a drug dealer wearing a highly visible construction worker’s vest wheels up on a stolen bicycle and says “you want anythang?”

God help him, he does. but ha shakes his head.

“suitcha seff,” says the drug man skeptically and wheels away.

..

light 1

at last people emerge from the blind-cornered corridor. he asks a congenial-looking couple if they had been on flight 3201 and one of the women says yes; he relaxes slightly. people come out in clumps, then a hefty stream, then odd pairs and singletons.

at last SHE appears, smiling gamely against her exhaustion. they embrace.

..

darknesses 4 and 5

in lanes five and six babs (bowling alley bitch sadie) and fetl (fuggin edwina the loony) mix it up. soon all four of their ears are streaming blood from pulled pierced earrings. Babs lands a blunt-force punch to fetl’s breadbasket. fetl whooshes out air and collapses in a heap

in lane 41 a man hoists a ball from the ball return chute and pulls it up to his chest; but that small spike in his exertion makes something break in the man’s chest. The ball drops from his inert fingers and he falls to the floor.

..

light 2 through 4; darkness 6

three children were born to three sisters in the space of three days. they became two jameses and a margaret, who would become betty. fifteen years hence there would be a death in the family, and a bitterly contested will. a james was bequeathed half the fortune of the deceased, but the will did not specify which james.

..

gray of light 5 and darknesses 7 and 8

it is dawn. a kitten

meanders through a parking lot. a car

whose driver is texting on her cell phone

almost runs the kitten down, but she is nimble.

the driver, shocked

to be so near becoming felinocidal, stops,

puts down her cell phone, opens her door

and entices the kitten into her car

and they have a nice life together for many years.

alas that the little girl

searching for her lost kitten in the parking lot

of the apartment complex where she lives

is bereft

and consequently

lives in darkness.

to donna sue atkins

ever and forever are our sisters

and never is negated with a deed

with some grit in our endeavor

we will fulcrumize our lever

and our world will shift will perk up and take heed

..

we do better with our betterment and vistas

of enlightenment delight us right before us

lovingkindness is a plus

yes and ever be it thus

as our voices harmonize in blended chorus

the convenient folding table that i unfolded

and put stuff on just for a moment so I could tidy up

became loaded with more and more stuff

as the moment stretched from minutes to months

..

it is like an archeological dig

of the one-person Sculptor Wannabe culture

prevalent in the mid 2020s

..

i am a clumsy, unorganized archeologist

i just don’t dig it

but the love of my life is coming to town

so dig i must

to clear the table

to fold the table

to vow

never to dig myself such an above-ground hole

ever, ever, EVER again

someone in hong kong sees me

according to my wordpress analytics

and I wonder what that person sees

in my digital scribblings

and who that person is

and if the benefit of returning to “Home page/Archives”

day after day

includes an acquisition of a better command of english

or a better grasp of american insanity

or both or neither.

it may be that the person is an expatriate

and knows plenty about english and insanity.

it may be my quirky illustrations and murky calligraphy are intriguing.

..

the author of childhood’s end, arthur c. clarke,

once speculated about the future in imaginative ways

and then delivered the boggling punchline

“The truth, as always, will be far stranger.”

..

if that being in hong kong is a person,

i wish that person well

and offer their seeing of my posts as proof

that observation alters reality.

..

Buckminster fuller greeted people not with hello

but i see you.

i am glad we see one another.

Woman of My Dreams

The Fate that Oversees things deals a card

Which wafts upon the breeze to you afar

Of suddenness of froth of filigree

Mad hopes compel a voyage out to sea

And bring you merriment with love’s sly charm

Now Aye & Thou–Yes!! HOPE! & that Disarms

Note: This week I asked the woman pictured, Donna Sue Atkins, if she would marry me. She said Yes.

Also: Donna Sue and I are old-school Hippies at heart. The classic Peace sign, faintly depicted at upper left, is said to be a meld of the semaphore letters D and N, to symbolize Disarmament Now. We believe that worldwide Disarmament would be a giant leap toward a sustainable civilization. So please, dear readers, think of the last word in the poem, Disarms, as having a double meaning.

alarm! alarm! and out of a bent sleep the traveler jolts

shuffles to the bathroom while the blear clears

takes the set aside pills flosses brushes shaves

peels t-shirt over his head and off into the hamper

pulls baggy underwear to knees and draws knees together for the underwear to fall to the floor

grabs underwear with toes and drops them into the hamper

steps past the bathroom mirror with an “ugh!” and carefully steps over the bathtub edge and pulls the shower curtain closed and positions his head to shield his body from the initially-cold spray and pulls the faucet lever counterclockwise and pulls the switch-to-shower knob up and cold spray hits his head with a bit of over spray on his belly and he gasp-inhales a little

but the water quickly pleasantly warms and he squeezes shampoo onto his hand and smears it onto his head

then ivory-soaps his body with special attention to armpits genitals and feet (careful! use the corner for support! de-soap left foot then press sole-water firmly away before switching feet!!) and rinses and sways and rinses and lifts and rinses

turns shower off pushes knob down (it sticks) pulls curtain aside and carefully reaches for bath towel and flips towel like a jumprope and unmoistens back and sides and then carefully dries one leg foot perched on bathtub edge and then the other

then (carefully!! delicately!!) lowers a foot onto the bath mat with one hand on toilet-tank lid and the other on the wall

breathes a relief-sigh and steps out of the tub and combs hair dresses grabs backpack locks up goes to lobby calls a lyft cab arrives at airport obtains boarding passes at self-service kiosk walks to security checkpoint hands identification and passes to bluesuited agent places belt and pocket contents in gray bin steps into examination chamber forming the “a” of “ymca” is waved forward repockets rebelts finds the gate..

and here we are!

In the style of Ogden Nash, beloved poet of whimsy

Investigation of a bachelor’s refrigerator is akin to a visit to a Museum of Natural History,

Usually involving mustiness and baffling miscellany and gritty realism and a dollop of mystery,

But nobody will be there to adhere a visitor’s badge on us,

Nor will a docent explain that after some months of benign neglect, the contents of a bag of carrots become mucilaginous,

And since the mission is to clean and to come out as unscathed as possible it behooves us the custodian to arm ourself with scrubbies and a dish-soaped rag and an otherwise-never-used department store credit card for that which is excessively sticky,

And possibly an exorcist for that which is downright icky,

and which finds its way to the bottommost nook, cranny and cavity

Via the elegant mechanism of gravity.

A sizable, sturdy garbage bag will serve, Ladies and Mates,

To contain the many items that have passed by as much as a year their “Best Served By” dates.

The hours invested in this enterprise cannot exactly be called fun,

But darn if there isn’t a slight elation when it is finally done,

And we will be made even more glad

When we crack open the untouched bottle of vodka we forgot we had.

Loosely based on a true event