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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.

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

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

Hallways

Through windowless corridors
The lady with stiletto heels and veil steps,
The snap of her footsteps
Echoing in the narrow spaces.

She stops at one picture of a family of four
With a grinning dog,
Looks at the woman she was,
Shakes her head, and mutters,
“What was I thinking?”

She pulls a fresh long-stemmed rose
From the vase on the little stand
At the juncture of corridors
And de-thorns it,
Shortens the stem,
And puts the rose in her hair
By her ear.

She’s done. There’s a lot more to see
But she remembers most of it,
And it makes her shake her head again.

At the door
She says to her assistant,
“Demolish it, then sell the property
As quickly as you can.”
She holds up a hand
To the sputtering protest
And says coldly and firmly,
“Do it.”

In the town car she tells the driver
To take her to the airport.
Then slides a tear.
“Changed my mind. Take me
To the cemetery.”

Graveside
She places the rose gently
At the foot of her man’s headstone
And whispers,
“See you soon.”

Back in the car
She says, “Airport now.
How is your family, Edward?”

This poem first appeared in slightly altered form in the Facebook poetry group Poets All Call.

upscaled models

miniatures promise

and thumbnails hint

maquettes sketch their dramas

and prototypes squint

..

then cashbackers do

as their sales resistance

dissolves into goo

and recedes into distance

..

our sweet lady liberty

was sculpted in small

then upscaled she came to be

goddessish tall

..

so might your dream-fountain

my friend/ally/neighbor

cascade from a mountain

with upscale of labor

..

so take your fine notion

from under your wig

take raindrop to ocean

take tiny to big

..

for fission and fusion

are both nuclearity

we need less contusion

more breathtaking rarity