Lagrime San Pietro for the sublime voices. Di Lasso madrigals. Better with snowfall in barren winter but still above-average lovely. ** Can cannibalism save the planet? Would you eat a Republican to help curtail climate change? ** It’s a perfect day and age to talk to yourself. Bluetooth as a ruse — a bum component […]
Category Archives: poetry
Cats, etc.
Having a cat is like having a plant. You have to give it food, water and some love and make sure it has access to a window. Handle delicately. ** Bukowski as the gateway poet. ** New Ginsberg book. Post-mortem. $29.95!! The trick is they use courier or some other slab serif to evoke strike-on […]
On Guest WiFi
If you are looking to pull your hair out, then Barnes & Noble’s WiFi signal has your number. The caffeine will increase your adrenaline while you get less done.
Two Eggs
First of all, the eggs in my dream were not in their carton. They stood upright, transfixed inside my fridge, side by side as if a married couple on their porch. Who knows what they were looking at? Perhaps each other. Observing them, they struck me as enigmatic, and so of course I thought of […]
Observation
Mozart is to Marquis de Sade as Chopin is to Oscar Wilde (physical appearance-wise)
Client v. customer
Perhaps “client” denotes those for whom services are provided, while “customer” is the lower-rung term reserved for the retail industry. In our either/or culture, would you rather purchase goods or services? Experiences or objects?
Intermission commentary
Where things stand today with intermission The planet seems to be away at one right now. Wherever there is noise and empty chairs there is one underway. The world is on recess — smoking, eating, jabbering, visiting the restroom en masse. The attendants are collecting tips in exchange for folded towels and mints. There is […]
Lofty living with my cat
When my cat is on my bed there is nothing left for her to attain. In her feline world, it is the pinnacle of places in which to rest and roam. My bed is like New York City, where there is nowhere left to go. Meaning, anywhere else is a step down. So you just […]
Smoking cup
Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
