That's the one I compose on.
Scott moved my keyboard downstairs. It totters atop the laptop, which it's plugged into.
The upstairs and downstairs computers have different programs. I like 'simple,' which is on the upstairs.
In an hour I'll go to the Giant to set up our room.
I bought prizes for everyone at A C Moore and Party Fair in the Marshall's shopping center.
Am gonna put some leftover poems here.
Wrote this one last nite while eating my dinner salad.
My friend Iris okayed this tho she wanted me to change where'ere which I did.
PLAYING TENNIS WHILE THE AUTUMN LEAVES FALL
Darkness fell across the park
but the lights blazed on, bright
as the midnight sun
I saw them from my car, then pulled in,
snapped off the radio where they were
honoring the death of Keith from
Emerson Lake and Palmer, oh so
sad, as Fanfare for the
Common Man pierced my heart
Stepped I from my car on pretense of
drinking water inside the lion's head
autumn leaves at my feet like
bridal roses
Then sat me on bench
and watched the two men play
framed just so
a Shakespeare stage
on carpet of green
What's this? They're speaking
Russian? Or Ukrainan? They come to
our country to be free from tyranny
To go out at night
beneath the canvas of
stars, more beautiful than a
Kandinsky or Chagall
Trailed only by darkness and
a deer or two peeking in from the
trees on the side of the road
They are the only ones here at
the park. Their metal rackets
shine up to the heavens, as the
taller man tosses the yellow ball
in the air, serves with a thwack
and I remember for him what it's
like living in a society where
your every word can mark you as
dead. What's that book?
Gorky Park.
Masons Mill Park would never be taken
for Gorky with its fearless
geese swimming gracefully in
the manmade pond and shooting
bullets wherever they please
I step daintily toward
their game, blink my eyes
and wave one-handed
when they look
my way, their smiles
huge as they nod
and smile, nod and
smile
A warm wind brings a
whirl of leaves our
way, they, too, nod
and smile, nod and
smile
as the night spins on
forever and Keith plays
his keyboards for the
Pleiades and Orion and
Andromeda becomes his
love and I fall into
bed with the hum of
the furnace calling
me home.
***
NEW BURGER JOINT
First, it was Flori's
Unremarkable Cafe, she'd
brew a fresh pot of
coffee for me, while
I walked around outside
Suddenly her cafe was
shuttered. No wonder,
I thought, no business
Yesterday I tried the
new burger joint, every
seat taken. I awaited my
burger at the counter
sitting on a stool made
for large people.
I nearly slipped off.
The place was colored
magnificently, reds and
yellows proclaiming Be
Happy, Like Us, Come
back.
The hamburger bun was as
soft as lips, the meat
covered with cheese, pickels
relish, grilled onions and
all terribly cheap.
My paper Coca Cola cup was
filled with water available
beneath the Lemonade lever
My rating? B+
My prediction? Gone in five years
Why? Like Flori's, it's an
invisible corner, you just
drive by, immersed in your
own thoughts, like....
THE TRAIN WHISTLE MOANS
At a quarter to five
this morning
I hear it from my lonesome bed
WAH WAH WAH
It's moaning for the
5,000 SEPTA workers out on
strike, without a paycheck
without their health insurance
Drive carefully, ye SEPTA
workers and cancel your
medical appointments or
pay full price
At a quarter to six
this evening, it moans
for our government, whom
nobody trusts,
Day by day the two candidates
go off track as more mud is
discovered about the two of
em, too numerous, too
sad, to tell
WAH WAH WAH
The golden leaves of autumn
look down on our beautiful
world, a tiny black and white
woodpecker sucks from the suet
on Scott's swaying feeder
Perhaps we should start all over
and animals should rule the world.
Move over homo sapiens and onto
the Kingdom of the Birds
WAH WAH WAH
***
TRANSFORMATION
My two raw eggs with the
yolk bright as day
were transformed this morning
into a cheese mushroom omelet
The falling autumn leaves have
transformed my lawn into
a fragile patchwork quilt
Sitting yesterday with Mom
we talk of the transformed:
Dad, mostly, while Ellen
brings my mom a salad in a
paper plate. Mom complains
about the mess on Daddy's
side of the bed.
Newspapers, ads, photos.
Me, too, I say, shocking
her!
Good God Almighty! Maybe
I've made her feel better.
When I go home and lie in
bed the TV flips on
by itself to a
loud war scene. Korea. The
inhumane Japanese. I'd
lain on the 27 buttons
of the remote control.
THE MAILMAN
He's used to me
running after him
with something to
mail, a card for
Scott, a donation,
to a nature center
or my own sweet
self striding
up the hilly street
It'll all be over
next Tuesday, I say,
he smiles and touches
his shiny black cap
Things will be better
then, says our first
black mailman.
By now I can't stand
HER, that raucous voice
who makes promises, has
she ever been happy?
What will she and Bill
contact in the White
House? I'll pull the
lever - clink clink -
and you all will decide.
THE TRAIN WHISTLE MOANS
At a quarter to five
this morning
I hear it from my lonesome bed
WAH WAH WAH
It's moaning for the
5,000 SEPTA workers out on
strike, without a paycheck
without their health insurance
Drive carefully, ye SEPTA
workers and cancel your
medical appointments or
pay full price
At a quarter to six
this evening, it moans
for our government, whom
nobody trusts,
Day by day the two candidates
go off track as more mud is
discovered about the two of
em, too numerous, too
sad, to tell
WAH WAH WAH
The golden leaves of autumn
look down on our beautiful
world, a tiny black and white
woodpecker sucks from the suet
on Scott's swaying feeder
Perhaps we should start all over
and animals should rule the world.
Move over homo sapiens and onto
the Kingdom of the Birds
WAH WAH WAH
Here's the kidney-shaped card I mailed to Barry Bush.
And to one of my fave people who has lemon trees in her yard
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