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i. non-denial isle

i was talking to my good friend lyle/who was walking his chihuahua kyle/in the midafternoon/when an ICE-y hot goon/pepper-sprayed away my charming smile

after that my recollection’s misty/but i must’ve got a little fisty/what with ICE-man on the ground/and a wannabee hound/yapping that there were yet more fascisti

so we beat it to the subway tunnel/where the thug squad wasn’t apt to funnel/and we got to my place/and I washed off my face/but my left eye wept a salty runnel

manhattan is a ravaged isle/often wonderful and often vile/but the new mayor’s cool/and he’ll take us to school/to learn how to practice non-denial

ii. hot hand

ace of diamonds

ace of spades

sweet mariah’s mons

three queenly maids

iii. got it get it got it get it good

my mom like so many a scold on a tear

claimed if she told me once

she told me a thousand times. au contraire:

’twas only nineteen (said the dunce).

WordPress sent me this image today.

lucky 13

i keep my notions in a cache

of digitalization

three thousand such or so i stash

right here in Gary Nation

and if you read this i am glad

and if you like it i rejoice

we share the journey i have had

and you have heard my online voice.

..

it was a different life i led

way back in twenty twelve

a night clerk in a red-rocked stead

with passions yet to delve

flash forward through this decade-plus

new friends and venues, loves and loss,

and constancy with some of us

and cherishing beneath the gloss.

..

Friends, my soul swells with the warmth you radiate. The most important part of my journey is the heart-to-heart interaction with those I admire and laugh with and love. May we all cherish each other whole-heartedly!

you, tensile

your tensile strength [resistance to being pulled apart]

is measurable [we used to draw and quarter]

spoon breadth and length [height variable with tilt]

is pleasurable [tactilely, tastefully, visually]

be you a sketcher [recommended: ticonderoga black]

or a glutton [feeding your face with pleasuring spoon]

or arrow fletcher [a half-lost profession]

shredding mutton [for a spoonable soup]

..

[so much goes on without a trace this dusk that dawn at seasoned pace yet be you other woman man your brain is like a garbage can and fills with substance miscellaneous nacreous spacious subcutaneous and “that reminds me” is a riff that gives a skunk an air of spliff so pluckable our mem’ry’s strings and plucked we are as on we soldier and rhyme comes lordly from the rings a character named fatty bolger]

thoughts about how fragmented all our personalities must be to navigate our roles

led to a memory of latin class at glendale high school in the late 60s

miss nelson discussing the commentaries of the gallic wars by gaius julius cæsar

and that they began with “all of gaul is divided into three arts”

going to google translate and typing english to latin “all humanity is divided into four parts” yielded a sentence-cased version of this poem’s title

chosen because the evils of the world are divided into four parts in the revelation of saint john the divine

as famine, pestilence, war and death, called “the four horsemen of the apocalypse”

and it may be argued that our personalities are faceted by our response to these four phenomena:

when we seek sustenance we hunt and/or gather

when we are sick we shun our kith and kin and seek medical help

when we contend with rivals and other challenges we alter our blood chemistries as if arming ourselves

and when we face doom we cloud up, deny, negotiate, grieve and accept

..

all of these mindsets will be flavored by love or the absence of love

the big challenge is to integrate them all well before your last meal

summoning the four non-horsefolk kindness, awareness, reason and truth

for a wealthy shift of focus and a well-finished race

a tomato-slicing employee dumped

eighty-eight point eight pounds, forty kilos, of tomatoes into a large container

and filled the container with anti-bacterial “veggie wash” near the veggie-washing sink

and let the tomatoes soak for more than a minute

then dumped out the wash into the sink,

slid the container onto his pushcart,

wheeled the cart back to the workstation,

and began using a mechanical tomato slicer

to slice tomatoes into five-pound heat-sealing bags

one tomato at a time. it is a job

well suited to one with a long-distance runner’s

or afghan-crocheter’s mentality,

someone who drives satisfaction from repetition

and precision.

but even runners and crocheters need some distraction

from repetition that may grow more tedious

with each passing hour. the tomato-slicing employee

found he had just such a need, so he broke up the tedium

by plucking out tomatoes in one specific area of the container

so that a cavity was formed

in the volume of tomatoes, and the cavity became a cave

as the tomato-plucker reached the container’s floor

and additional tomatoes were plucked

from the floor level while the tomato walls,

kept from collapsing by weight-pressure

from the top layers, were pluck-eaten away.

as far as the plucker could tell, this handiwork

did not slow his production, and may in fact

have increased his focus and efficiency.

..

eventually, of course, a wall collapsed, and when it did

the tomato-plucker suddenly realized

that he was unwittingly modeled a form of erosion

that bore a slight similarity

to the process by which structures

like the Grand Canyon

were formed.

he was elated and chagrined to find

that his working time had also eroded away

and he would have to hustle to clean up his station

by clock-out time.

..

as he clocked out he felt regret

that he was no longer in high school

and was this unable to convert his discovery

into a Science Fair project, but he still

felt ridiculously good.

my sweetheart is cold in toledo ohio

o my how i wish i were there

and singing a tropical song me-o my-o

and running my hands through her hair

but pulling up southwestern roots has proved tricky

and doing it right will take months

with phone calls and flights we slip troubles a mickey

and damn the torpedoes for once

..

december the first flips the calendar’s page and

brings her and me closer to fine

with help from an ember as off-broadway stagehand

and membership not quite divine

in thirty-one days we’ll be in ’26

the year we will always remember

for getting our glow with cohabitant kicks

igniting our flame with an ember

above grant street near 16th street flies

a bucket brigade of airplanes

zooming shadows across the long building

on the north side of the street

one by one

..

the landing gears lower

for the runway to the east

..

every two minutes a noise of jetwash

..

the shadows shift by time of day and time of year

..

tubes full of flyers

looking like winged lipsticks

going going going

landing taxiing emptying

moving life along

We always knew the Government was corrupt

To some degree, and that big money

Diverted finds from the national Treasury

To itself, but we never had

As good a look

Under the rock

Till now.

We need the next step up from pesticides

To handle the crawling evil

Under the rock.

We need flamethrowers,

To scorch corrupted earth.

We need an undecided electorate,

And we the uncorrupted people

Need to stand up,

To volunteer,

To upend the rock

And use it to crush

The oppressors.

noise reduction

sleep seduction

reasoned as a holmes deduction

spoon of ice cream

french vanilla

folded in your day’s manila

mood light softener

thermal loftener

peaceful ease will soothe you oftener

one more unarousing drowsing

and through nod-off-land you’re browsing…

AND THEN SOME JOKER CLANGS GARBAGE CAN LIDS TOGETHER LIKE A MONKEY WITH CYMBALS AND JUST WON’T STOP AND A CAR ALARM GOES OFF AND YOUR SMOKE ALARM CHIRPS AND YOUR PHONE ALARM GOES OFF AND WHEN YOU PRESS STOP THE SCREEN GOES DARK BUT THE ALARM PERSISTS

so you invent an ear spray that renders people benignly deaf for ninety minutes

and it’s a hit and you use your new millions

to build a soundproof palatial mansion

surrounded by acres of greensward

and are soooooothed

..

Afterword: Last weekend, when apartment maintenance crew were unavailable, my front-room smoke alarm decided to annoyingly chirp every 20 seconds. First thing Monday I told the property management lady and she sent a guy and he fiddled for a couple minutes and the chirping stopped…but at 9:00 last night, when maintenance crew were unavailable, the chirping began again, and me without a sledgehammer. Today the smoke alarm unit was replaced with one that did not rely on wires in the wall. I’ve slept much of the day away, and then I wrote this.

an is an indefinite article of a vowel-first noun

and it used to mean if

and is the first syllable in annihilate

and anhedonia

and launches both the short word ani

and the long word antidisestablishmentarianism

..

it is two-fifths

of the title of the heartbreaking stones song “angie”

..

it is nested in nana

and ends authoritarian agrarian and septuagenarian

..

is it a backward negation?

na.