Monday, October 28, 2013


A charcoal painting above my piano sometimes 
has a witch in a house in it, and sometimes it has
only the wind. Sometimes I love it, and sometimes
I love it more. And I love it best when the wind 
comes along, sweeps up the witch,  the house, and 
leaves us with a blank canvas, and I am three years old
again, and not afraid of ghosts, although I don’t
feel that way, although everyone says I look that way
in the beautiful house in the painting where I live.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Sweet, Sweet, Sweet Faye Hunter


HEY!



On my weekly camping trip, I name birds in the sky.
There’s a robin, a blue jay, a sparrow, a mockingbird.
And then it becomes confusing. I give up that nonsense
and I begin again: “There’s Ralph, there’s Jimmy, 
there’s Ernest, and of course, Franklin.”


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

FLASH!

Today on earth there is good news for cherry trees.

HELL



After some discussion over a Fresh Market apple pie that had been marked down, we could not come to an agreement about who said the famous quote "Hell is Other People." She said it was Buddy Hackett, but I insisted Buddy would never say that. I knew it had to be Charles Nelson Reilly.

As it turns out, it was Jean Paul Sartre. He was talking about Buddy Hackett and Charles Nelson Reilly, but not Charo, who never said the word "Hell" at all, but instead, "Cuchi Cuchi" which she said in fact quite often.

Once she said "Cuchi Cuchi" to Jean Paul Sartre and he smiled and lit a cigarette and closed one eye, sort of like a wink and said, "Heaven" in French, which just means "Ceiling" in California, and they are very nice ceilings indeed in California–much nicer than France, where ceilings are really hell.

I blame God for all these things except Heaven.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Am I the only one who listens 
to a sizzling guitar solo sizzling
like a rare beef steak
before writing a love letter 
to you but addressed 
to no one?

Cooking is satisfying if you put all the parts together because the individual parts are not. The first part means cutting a chicken lengthwise. The second part means dredging it in flour. The third part means pouring oil into a pan. The fourth part means placing the chicken in the pan. Then there are lemons and artichokes and white wine and capers. And then there is the idea of a chicken that you saw in a cartoon. The sky was blue and he lived in a house with a bed that looked fluffy. He slept all day waiting for you to see him as real.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

DID YOU KNOW

there is a beauty to u-haul, and it is 
an ephemeral beauty, to be sure. 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

In a perfect world, the sun would wear a suit
made of silk. It would be blue, a complementary
color. But you still shouldn’t look at the sun.
Why would you want to? You have seen blue things
bursting into flames your whole life.

Friday, October 11, 2013

You asked me if God was a horse and I feel as though I am not yet ready to answer that.
An excellent day of writing. I woke up early and removed the phrase "slippery as a memory" from a poem and then rested in a chair.

Saturday, October 05, 2013

TODAY'S FOUND POEM

BAKED ZITI SAYS: 

Catch me before 
I get crusty!

BEST IN SHOW

May I recommend to you the best thing I have bought all year?

That would be the Mimosa Lollipop from The Groovy Baker.

"It's like a creamsicle that refuses to die."

I imagine your disappointment but I cannot because you won't have that.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheGroovyBaker?ref=shop_sugg

There's Blackberry Merlot, and Pear with Star Anise, and Chocolate Cherry Cognac and Lavender ... and ... and ...others.
I know a woman who changed her socks 
every day for a month.

I know so many men who waited every day 
to see what socks would be next.

Men who stay alive wondering: 
“What will tomorrow bring? 
Not for me, but in general. 

Tomorrow will bring a new pair of socks. 
It will be exactly like yesterday, only it will 
look different. 

But it won’t stay. Only today will it be 
the same. Thirty days will pass like the rest. 
Socks will become shoes.

DRACULA

I saw him at 2:00 in the morning
fifty years ago. There must be so
much more to him than that. But for
now, I am happy that this is all there
is: Dracula on TV. A tray of sugar cookies
on the bed. My father’s knock on the door.
A radioactive hum that will soon disappear.
Because I left my phone in the bookstore by mistake, I bought THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA when I returned to pick it up.  

Friday, October 04, 2013

OTHER WORDS I USE IN SEPTEMBER


That man didn’t even go to the Purple Movie

I USED STRAVINSKY EVEN TALKING ABOUT STAVINSKY, AND I USED HIM FIVE TIMES

There is a device that you can use that will ascertain which words you use most frequently in a given period of time. This month I used LIKE the most, LOVE the next, and STRAVINSKY after that.

I never use LOVE more than LIKE, and only in September do I use Stravinsky.

During the other months I don't even think about Stravinsky. Why is September such a Stravinsky month for me?

I must ask someone who really knows Stravinsky, and me.

Thursday, October 03, 2013

There are ghosts in computers, but also, there are ghosts who have computers. They use them wisely.

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

WELL YOU NEEDN’T (April, 2013)

to Faye

Forgot my wallet
in the rain
on the way
to the store
for laundry soap
while thinking of–
of you

Although I probably forgot it
before I was in the rain
putting on my chinos
looking at your picture and
looking for my keys

Normally I would ride my bike
but it is raining 
delicious, mouthwatering rain
and laundry soap

is what I need
My car is nice and old
I like clean clothes
and I am thinking of, well, you

with no wallet in my hand
foggy hearted and near the frogs
perhaps I will go to the hospital
perhaps I will see you

I am in the store now
It’s daybreak
everyone is courteous
and wearing blue

Your hair is blond
you laugh like a pirate
tonight perhaps you
will fry catfish
my clothes will be dirty
your picture must be you–

You. Good Ol’ –

If I could change a thing
Here we go
If I could change a thing
If I If I

But 
I wouldn’t
No 
I wouldn’t
When I was a little boy, I thought to myself: "How can a man be unhappy? He can grow a beard whenever he wants to."



While I was in New York, I looked for New York and I could not find it.

Everybody says self portrait even when they don't mean it.
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