when senator alex padilla was thrown to the ground
for “failing to identify himself” (he had just said his name)
and “elevating his voice” (it was crowded and noisy)
upon the “remove him!” command
of a dog- and goat-shooting favor-curryer
and handcuffed and thug-handled away
from the field of play,
the senator’s attempt to ask a question
was thwarted with extreme prejudice.
the administration was protesting
the senator’s existence.
the incidents of undue process
upticked by one.
somehow lately it has become fashionable/to curate things rather than merely make them
in this odd marketing-of-self move/many of us who support NPR/have become receptors of curated audio
but the clowns among us imagine/making lab instrumentation whilst wearing funny pants
curating curettes in culottes
and as a newly-minted curator I can curate a starscape of dandruff/by scratching my head over black paper
then process a pork product by curating a cured ham sandwich
it’s fun
but it drives the curated pretentionitis cure rate down
the charging cord kept falling out of my phone so
i took it to my provider and the rep verified so
i got a deal for a free new phone but
it involved a change of provider so
there was a mess of identity verification and old pin number and keeping current phone number and terms and conditions not to mention th guy from the other network trying to set me up spent inordinate time kissing my ass and apologizing several times for getting vital data required for transfer wrong for instance thinking march was the fifth month of the year and therefore my debit card info was deemed invalid
meanwhile the rep thinking she can multitask by taking payments from walk-ins and ringing up phone purchases
and when the logjam finally cleared and the phone transfer mission was accomplished i ask her if I can trade the cord that came with the phone which has the same adapter at both ends for one with the phone plugin at on end and usb port adapter at the other and she says it will cost me because i am the other guy’s customer now and not her customer no more
and I end up paying about $32.50 for a highspeed plugin charger
and the happy ending is this very second i am finishing a poem
on my new phone
So glad to be making acrostic poems again!
Ogee Whiz
Old fine Edifices glow
Gingerbreading quells uh-oh
Edgy edges end ennui
E-Z …dubya ex wye Z
One type of Ogee is a cutout shape involving both convex and concave curvature. The ogee arches sketched above have apical points.
Gingerbreading is use of a motif for trim to enhance windows or ledges. Some older architecture in downtown Phoenix features gingerbreading.
“Ogee Whiz” is pun-translatable into “Oh, Gee Whiz.” That’s a Bad Pun, but a worse one would be if I tagged a snowblank with the contents of my bladder with the monogram “OG.” It would not stand for “Original Gangsta” nor “Old Guy” but would be simply OG, and since it would be made from urine, colloquially known as Whiz, it would be OG Whiz.
Broken chassis
Or son of a V I P
Now we 4F U
Enjoy lack of war
the distance between 32nd st slightly north of thomas on the east side of the street/and the mcdonald’s slightly south of indian school on the west side of 32nd st/is exactly one mile
after you walk across 32nd st and head north/you will pass an apartment complex that touts its “sparkling pool” but beware/for another sign that says “newly renovated” has been up for over a year
you will walk past what once was a church and what now seems to purport to be/a sanctuary for people who are bent but not broken
and past the southbound bus stop at clarendon/you will approach another apartment complex/one that once had a “now leasing” banner with a number to call/but the banner is gone and since i once lived there it amuses me to think/that a resident driven to enragement by inattention to such issues as pest control and mold management has torn down the banner
and walking past that artifact of pestiferous memory you now approach the fabled golden arches
and it’s pleasantly slightly warm being early/and your hunger has nicely gestated/and you feel slightly druglessly buzzed
melllow with three ells
with a mild case of the munchies
bone spur
here is a foot with a genuine bone spur.
the owner of the foot has lived with the spur
for more than fifty years, managing
to play tennis, football, the other football, capture the flag, and king of the mountain;
managing to finish three marathons, six half-marathons, and dozens of 10K footraces;
managing to climb piestewa peak’s summit trail at least ten times and its circumferential trail at least four times; managed to climb atop camelback mountain at least three times; has taken the peralta trailhead to a good view of the weaver’s needle in the superstition mountains at least twice, once carrying a toddler on his back;
has managed the bone-spur pain and sensitivity mostly without medication;
has managed not to talk about it at any length till now, when its relevance trends every now and then.
the owner of this bone-spurred foot
avers that a bone spur need not be an impediment for ANY sort of activity
though that activity may be accompanied by the occasional yelp.
this has been a public service announcement
and an excuse to brag.
please Vote.
truestoryku
dined last friday with
seven poetic women–
Paradise enow!
.
diveku
desperate fellow
sleeps close to the front entrance–
my kind of Bar, eh?
.
hardballku
the stitching suggests
blunt force trauma and assault
taken for the Team
.
cupku
first i fill the cup
then the cup i made fills me
we are all Vessels
some cats are mostly monochromatic
some have a pattern of stripes
but I know a cat who is pure punk
whose random splotches make her into a fireworks tapestry
splotch and skidmark
starburst and smudge
.
she is craycray
wears her heart on her sleeve
and she is all sleeve
furrodivergent
with a flyby from far space to us/our awareness begins with the sight of a new dot in the night sky/and we train better-than-human eyes on the dot/and learn more
those rocks with volatiles we call comets are such former and future dots
sky scrutiny is as burgeoning as the supernova blast-debris we now image and display
and here at home we make stuff/with sensoria and solar-power paneling/that are at ground level the size of large animals or tiny houses/but are destined to ride controlled explosiveness into the sky/to become dots/out-there messengers of the realities/that have piqued our curiosity
this dot-forming impulse has the power to be our salvation/or our undoing
the one will require sanity
the other its lack
One with Clay, Image and Text 