Here comes "Lil Bush" but I wish the real one would just go already

More Cheers...

Woody is wondering why if Wile E. Coyote can afford to send away for all those mail-order Acme kits, he can't afford a good meal.

Cliff Clavin's retort: "Woody, I think you're missing the point here. It's not that Wile E. Coyote wants to eat necessarily or that he wants to eat a roadrunner. What he wants is to eat that particular roadrunner. It's very existential."

Poem

If Again for Ciara

Tonight
I wear a white shirt
with navy-blue polka
dots and I ask to you,
“Tonight,
if you could reach out
and touch the stars,
would you?” No?
Leave them be, let them alone.
Luminescent
in your eyes, I
try again, “What if
my shirt was blue
with white and yellow polka dots
like a Starry Night?
Would you reach out
and touch me?

Home away from home - Inistioge

Poem

The Point

for Ciara

“it only says ‘I am’ and therefore
I concede that you are too.”

- Nikki Giovanni, Poetry

I am; I am.
I am green eggs
and ham, you are. First
came the chicken and
I, an egg, exist next.
No loneliness just alone.
A child’s book is sufficient
to search for oneself. You are
to search too, and trust me
not in the end, I am
you.

You are; you are.
You are there or here,
a daydream anywhere.
You are a flash pan human,
igneous to the core,
a heart over the i, you are.
I am forbearance: with kind regards.
You are; I am close. To the point
and whatever you dream, I feel
and whatever you feel, I am.

Natural Selection

From the TV show “Cheers” – Drinking beer and the Buffalo Theory

Cliff Clavin: "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this...A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

summer song #3

The Street Parade by the Clash

When I was waiting for your phonecall
The one that never came
Like a man about to burst
I was dying of thirst

Though I will never fade
Or get lost in this daze
Though I will disappear
Into the street parade

It's not too hard to cry
In these crying times
I'll take a broken heart
And take it home in parts
But I will never fade

I was in this place
By the first church of the city
I saw tears on the face
The face of a visionary

Though I will disappear
To join the street parade
Disappear and fade
Into the street parade

Poem

There Is Always a Movement

There is always a moment
of complete silence before

a moment of absolute stillness.
No spoken word, no touch, no blink
of an unopened eye can disturb.

To Sirius
seen clearly in a long look across
the low hills, steely fence and locked gates, the cool evening
grass above Concord,
I commend the strength of the Dog Star’s light
and follow the brightness
to your opened eyes.
The silence breaks:
cricket song, screech of an owl, a train click-clacking far-off
towards Bangor or White River Junction.
You breathe and the sudden warmth
of your skin resuscitates my heart.

summer song #2

Spill That Wine - Eric Burdon

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass.
I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face.
As I fell asleep and dreamed,
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie,
And that I was the star of the movie.
This really blew my mind,
The fact that me, an overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome,
Should be the star of a Hollywood movie...
But there I was....

I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings.
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world,
In front of every kind of girl...
There was long ones, tall ones, short ones,
Brown ones, black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...
Out of the middle, came a lady,
She whispered in my ear something crazy,
She said...

"Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,"

I thought to myself what could that mean?
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream?
Now, wait a minute,
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere,
So it's all in my head,
And then...I heard her say one more time...

"Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,"

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned.
In her hand was a bottle of wine, in the other, a glass.
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass,
And raised it to her lips,
And just before she drank it, she said...

"Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,
Spill the wine and take that pearl,"

summer song #1

Grass - by XTC

Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire.

The way you slap my face just fills me with desire.

You play hard to get

'Cause you're teacher's pet

But when the boats have gone

We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble

Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass

If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone

Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone

I will pounce on you

Just us and the Cuckoos

You are helpless now

Over and over we flatten the clover

Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass

It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass

Grass, grass.

Things we did on grass

Summer Evening on a Pocasset* Dock

Alone, Blue Nun bottle in hand,
I walk the wooden pier to the end,
tiny waves slapping the dock face.
I have seen how you

appear

to me, the moments, the shared
course, the last word said.

The last word heard
aches as it floats away

into the receiver
and into a last image: you
walk on the fringe of my heart
where only windswept dunes
and beach grass survive:
wintered, yellowed, rippled
by gusts. You live
through me, pass through
the thread of your voice: I still love
you.

*Seaside town on Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

California Blue

The mealy texture
of the sun-
shine blankets everything:
fogged, webbed.

The blue-grey air
every-which-way, everywhere
holds my hand, my eyelids,
my tongue.

Palm tree fronds
tickle the wind
and slit through skin
to my carpals.

Shot the curl, beach-
ed white-hot whales,
sand dance with hella
fine hotties, filthy flacas.

3 Best Songs with 'Change' in the Title

1. "Changes" - David Bowie

2. "Change" - Tears For Fears

3. "Don't Change" - INXS

A Vision

Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

- from Personal Helicon by Seamus Heaney

Moving forward

"Yet there are times when a deeper need enters, when we want the poem to be not only pleasurably right but compellingly wise, not only a surprising variation played upon the world, but a re-tuning of the world itself."

-Seamus Heaney

Every day you should count your blessings.

The older you become the faster time passes.

"The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything." -Oscar Wilde

The question then becomes, should I ever sleep, there is too much to do?

In the beginning.....

there was time of course but right now I have none.