Just like in the movies

The camera tracks you as you thread

Your way through foot traffic

To a restaurant entrance

And go in and spot the man

In the bulky brown coat and fedora

Gun at his elbow

.

Cut to a closeup of the man’s face

He is kindly and grizzled

And old enough to be your dad

.

He is exactly old enough to be your dad

Because he is your dad

And you two are following a script

Co-written by the two of you

To show your mom on her birthday

.

You tried to make it Hitchcockean

Because Mom is a Hitchcock fan

And so the gun is a Maguffin

And the script is laced with doom words

Like “fatal” and “enigmatic”

.

The two of you discuss an evil woman

Whose modus operandi is death by kindness

Who is a nefarious genius who must be…

Eliminated? Stopped? Done away with?

.

“The trouble is, I love her,” says the man

“God help me, I love her too,” says the girl

And they break character

Turn to face the rented cinematic drone

And say, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!”

.

It’s exactly like the movies

Because it is a movie

An indie done on a shoestring

And Mom’s going to love it

(Source: Wikipedia)

basket wordweaving

.

a nest is a basket of birdies;

a basket for peaches changed histories;

and ella sang in the late thirties

of tiskets and taskets and mysteries.

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containers of stiff-fibered lattices

hold picnics or handhelds or bread,

while catholic uniforms plaid a sis

who basketless may go unfed.

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the slangness of basket weaves parity

with genitals, bowlsmoke and bastards,

a versatile twisting of clarity

and provenance dim-distant-pastwards.

.

“so silly”–oh, really? believing

that wordplay and mindflex may yield

new pathways to language beweaving

new verbiage is this poet’s shield.

.

so gather your own stalky fibers

and weave–it is not a big ask,

you may become language macgyvers

and in your own basketing bask.

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Notes: The early game of Basketball involved a peach basket. Ella Fitzgerald recorded “A-Tisket A-Tasket” in 1938, overriding the objections of her record label, and her career skyrocketed. Baskets come in many different custom, function-related designs. The Urban Dictionary has five pages’ worth of words and phrases involving variations of “basket.” “MacGyver” was a TV series whose main character was famous for improvising solutions to dire situations with unusual materials at hand. And Catholic uniforms got dragged in by the heels simply because of a need for a rhyme with “lattices.”

every day comes accelerating proof/that i am or am becoming the cranky old man cliché/i made such cruel fun of in my youngsterhood.

why, just half an hour ago/when a young man lurked by the lobby door/that requires a key fob for entry/and wanted to use me to get in/i said “forgot your fob?”

“why no I don’t”–“you don’t live here??”

with a half-apologetic air he said “my girlfriend is asleep.”

“when i let someone i don’t know in, i feel like i am betraying my fellow residents.”

“I promise I’m not homeless or–“ “grrr. the POINT is not to put me in this position.” and walked away before he answered.

sure. i am not becoming a cranky old man. I am a cranky old man.

but my younger, cruel-fun self ought to be aSHAMED of himself.

pfui.

My country, ’tis of–WHATTTT??!

Are we REALLY demanding an apology

From the President of Ukraine

After trying to shake him down

For half the mineral resources

Of his COUNTRY

In return for our support??

Haven’t we acted in bad faith

By acting like a Mob protection racket

When the real issue,

The crucial issue,

Is STOPPING THE AGGRESSION

Of the Putinistas?

An apology is in order, all right.

But since it is unlikely to come

From a pair of bullyboy draft-dodgers,

It will come from me.

I, Gary Bowers, Citizen

Of the United States of America,

Apologize on behalf of my wayward country

For unfair stances taken and acts performed

Since late January of this year, including,

But not limited to,

Our in-progress betrayal of Ukraine

And our NATO allies

For the sake of appeasing

The rapacious, murderous despot,

Vladimir Putin,

And his minions and ilk.

I acknowledge that the agenda

Of America’s current leaders

Is beyond shameful.

I pray that the United States of America

Of 2025

Does not sink further into its descent

Into unmistakable similarity

To Third Reich Germany

Of the 20th Century.

Sincerely,

Gary Bowers

Citizen of the United States of America

the parabolic microphone/follows the blades of the skater/and gives the audience the sounds/of butchery and pandemonium

when the skater becomes airborne there is a flash of silence

but the sounds resume with a swoosh and a skkkkksh/and a stabstabstab/as the skater picks up speed

blessed silence

slotcar madness/kishkishkishkishkish/the shaved-icemaker sound of the final spin/scrapestop

a beat of silence

a mountain of riotous applause

Buy all the Golly that you want,

It only costs a Hum.

Buy Gosh, buy Jove, and preen and flaunt,

But please do not buy Gum.

Don’t buy from Target, Mickey Dee’s,

Nor Wal-Mart. You can shop

To heart’s content, and Jesus please,

At stores of Mom and Pop.

Today we flex consumer muscle

And howl like baying bassets

To stop the Greed Beasts in mid-hustle

And kick them in the Assets.

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Historical note: Today, February 28, 2025, is a day of boycotting protests. All who wish to make a tangible statement about the unfair distribution of wealth are urged not to spend any money anywhere but at minority and/or locally owned “Mom&PIP” establishments. Vote with your Pocketbooks, Friends!!

scooters, skateboards, cardboard-signers,

motorized devices,

would have had sidewalk designers

smoking herbs and spices.

mere pedestrians are weaving

here and there whilst cringing

trick bikes bounce and disbelieving

walkers risk unhinging.

let’s make future sidewalks wider.

two lanes? now we’re talking.

stiff fines for the non-abider:

SLOW LANE — NO NON-WALKING.

eggplant ahoy

about twenty years ago my pal mike
walked me through the creation
of eggplant parmigiana

i only made it that once
but today in the produce section of fry’s
the most gorgeous eggplant called my name

so I acquired it and took it home
but as i recall parmigiana is a messy make
so now I’m looking at videos

martha stewart seems to treat eggplant
as if it were a fat purple zucchini
slicing off the ends and then subdividing

I might do that and then throw it in a colander
with salt as she advised
to quell its possible bitterness

but i don’t want to hack it to pieces
its lovely deep purple is glossier
than the paint job on a corvette

and it did call my name
so maybe we’ll become more than friends
said the disgusting sicko

the surgeon invited me to peek

at his handiwork on my hand

just as he had on my other hand

on the seventh of this year’s Jan

and as before i was eager to see

so he warned “cold water” and washed away

the occluding and offputting sanguination

and lifted my hand above the canvas

and i beheld the bundle of nerves

relieved from its tissue strangulation

the tendon alongside as ivory as tusk

and looking as unyielding

depth of field about two centimetres

site about two cm wide

“thanks!” said i and my voice had husk

because I had witnessed a miracle