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headswimming against tides
a man named glass wrote a masterpiece of repetition
called einstein on the beach
it was a pioneering work of minimalism
and i was a mere 24 when I first heard it
and now at 71
with a head swimming against relentless tides
of loss of loss of memory of reduction of
capacity of loss of confidence of creeping
ache and risk of falling loss of a brother
of loss of flex and loss of piece after piece
of
loss
lost in the fog of a dimming awareness
loss of
uh
worthiness
groping for distraction
feeling like hal 9000 when his mind was torn away
piece by peace
like charlie gordon when his idiocy crept
back into his head
a guy named glass
whose first name i avoid
because i cant rember how many ells
that guy wrote an anthem
for the guy i relentlessly
becomb becomm because
become
as a matter of fax
as a matter of fax the fax machine is obsolete
as are landlines modems and landfills
the fax that factses are still used on the strete
is as ridiculous as handbills
but we need mo dems
and less (fewer) reprehensible repugs
and less (fewer) usses and more thems
less bullets from guns more flowerings on stems
more-er numerous features
fewer featureless bugs
more stoneless gems
no punches nor slugs
and we need kindness
less absent-of-minded willful blindness
axes that are grindless
and a banishment of notions of ugly mugs
and promotional love-potional eye-of-beholder
o p h t h a l m o l o g y
to put the Psyche in Psychology
to stamp Peace On Earth on the last page
of the obsolete non-digital
f o l d e r
..
p s less rage
Get Burger
The cashier hears the man from the Mideast say “Boorgher.”
In the cashier’s mind a speculative history of the Mideast man builds. The man has heard of American hamburgers since early youth. At last, in this American airport, he has an opportunity to try one.
“Sir, we have three types of burgers. A regular cheeseburger is the most popular.”
“Okay.”
“Is that what you want, sir?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of cheese would you like on your burger? We have American, Swiss, Cheddar and Provolone.”
“Okay.”
Since the line behind him is long, the cashier decides for the man and puts him down for American. He also does not suggest-sell avocado, nor a side of fries, macaroni salad or cole slaw.
“Would you like something to drink to go with your burger, sir?”
“Heh?”
The cashier points at the soda fountain, makes a taking-a-drink gesture, and says, “Want drink?”
The mideastern man nods.
The cashier rings him up. “Your number is Two One Two, sir. We’ll call you when your order is ready.”
Later the cashier sees the man striding with purpose to the eating area, bagged meal in hand. He sits and unwraps his cheeseburger and looks under the bun. He takes a bite, chews thoroughly, swallows. “Aaa,” he says, then rises and walks away with his fountain drink, leaving behind the burger with its one clean bite-me taken out of it.
sip
to the memory of richard armour
a sip may not slaketh the thirst of a throat
but wetteth a dry curiosity
and maketh experience larger than mote
and braketh a wee adiposity.
..
and shouldst ye partaketh in spirited drink
whilst feeling inherently frisky,
forsaketh the gulp for a sip as you blink
for methinks it becometh less risky.
long-distilled love
long-distilled love
again, to Donna
we’re fifteen hundred miles apart/but i can feel your beating heart/and i can hear your honeyed voice/and thrill as both of us rejoice
the years with change and machination/have yielded nectar’s distillation/more tasty than the finest wine/two souls in intertwining vine
we’ll turn our back on stressful censure/continue on this sweet adventure/and loving kiss may well presage/a romance free of care and age
enhancements
because we want to look better
we have made jewelry for thousands of years
applied makeup for centuries
we have worn extensions and falsies and shoulder pads and fingernail polish and shoe lifts and merkins and furs and antiperspirant and curlers and tuxes
who remembers liberace? friends called him lee, which name has been borne by everyone from lee marvin to princess lee radziwell
norma jean baker became marilyn monroe and marion morrison john wayne
wayne newton had so much work done it looked like his face was being erased
isaac newton didn’t get einsteined for hundreds of years
isaac stern and yitzhak perlman and isaac asimov all really have the same first name
and now we get avatar makeovers and ai ass-kissers telling us how fiercely honest we are
and our enhancements are less of our own will and more of an imposition
so please, friends, FIGHT for your trueness
for your gloriously unenhanced selves
where your true beauty resides
begging your non-pardon
with some ugly strokes of the pen
a guy who helped hamas launder millions skates
dozens of violent protesters skate
defrauders not only skate, but get to keep the money defrauded from the victims
all this from a joker who has intoned
“LAW…AND…ORDER…” over and over and over
..
pardon my skepticism
pardon my disgust
for i do not pardon the stink of corruption
a tip of the hat to the axial tilt
twenty-odd degrees is the axial tilt
relative to the ecliptic
so solstices are more sunny at a pole
lights out at the other
so the heat of a midsummer sea
is most energetic at that encircling bulge
closest to the fusion reactor heating sea-nrew
so storms and hurricanes
so tides and land-crawling newbies
so us
thus us
so thank the tilt we’re here
throb story
there was a throbbing in his lower neck
there was a throbbing in her yearning heart
and so they got together/and ran in rainy weather/and shackled passion in a horse-drawn cart
..
her parents were aghast agape appalled
his parents had long fled this mortal coil
and so they fled the scene/and lived aloft serene/and made ends meet with kisses books and toil
..
we leave them near his deathbed decades hence
their daughter and their grandkids leave as asked
he says what gracious robbery/you gave with ardent throbbery/i throb with you my truest love u n m a s k d
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