1
Every thing in its place
Every initial followed by
an exclamation point.
And every time you say it,
say it enthusiastically.

***
2
No one has, of yet, explained to me
the breadth of color and the
brevity of time to consume it.

***
3
There is all this chatter-boxing
of men wearing hats, glove-less.
In their gender, nothing matters.

***
4
The trumpets going all ways
and a guitar going just this
one.
It is very confusing
for the listener.

***
5
He takes your order (Harry)
and he sings to himself to me.
This
is what I find so entertaining.

***
6
He didn't officially meet me
on my most vulnerable day, but
he lit my cigarette. And that
was far better.

***
7
The lights are all softer
in a cool nighttime
and it may have nothing
to do with the sweaters.

***
8
All day, I've been in
mind of orange. Then, they
shone the light on the
saxophone and
I understood why.

***
9
Some patrons are actively
participating in our
entertainment from their
bistro chairs.

***
10
We talk and talk and talk
about talk radio.

***
11
(The boyfriend was)
He was chanting aloud all
the time. I am trying to
keep up with my lullaby.

***
12
There is a play-by-play.
Everytime I run it, he
loses me just a little more.

***
13
We are all grumbling
tummies when we awake.
But we lay here. Eating
a rising sun instead.

***
14
I am of the frame
of mind, that I
need another shower.

***
15
He is my carwash.
It's amazing what he
can do with a bar of
soap and ten minutes.

***
16
If I remain stuffy
as this, my brain
will stay locked inside
me forever.

***
17
We talk about the
fish and the kettle chip
breading I made. All the
while, the lake is quiet
and make a mirror face of
the night.

***
18
"Crank it up." But I
don't know what he
means.

***
19
Everybody has ideas and
wines and everybody
is listening.

***
20
After ten years, forgotten.
Only to remember funny
bumperstickers and gags.

***
21
"I will always be
someone's favorite shirt,"
and that's why she gives
them.

***
22
The boat just sits
there
collecting the footprints
of all our conversations.

***
23
She's the housewife
of the boys' night out.
And how they are pleased!

***
24
Some salads are better
than people. They know
nothing of importing songs
to computers. They're
just delicious in nature.

***
25
We wake up--and
there it is again: a
feeling of quiet dissatisfaction.
Have I done something
wrong in my sleep?

***
26
"Is this you? or is this
some delicious something-else?
A carrot cake or an
oatmeal cookie?" At this
hour of the day, it's
too early to tell
the difference.

***
27
We are all searching
for rulers and measuring
tools to no end of
satisfaction.

***
28
Hangs on the wall: a
city street light painting
a Spanish-Colonial wall
yellow in war with
an orange sun at bay
and ever-nearing.

***
29
I hear them beyond
the walls--inside
the concrete, almost.
I think they are
talking of boats.

***
30
My roots are brown
but they are 52 inches
above my feet. I am,
by this measure, not quite
a tree.

***
31
Wise men think of all
these clever things
and then say them.
It is all punchlines
for t-shirts and
quotables for coffee-talk
with them. Curious.

***
32
I think he only likes me
when I am quiet like a
painting of a girl captured
mid-speak, captioned
"She says clever things,
but, this still, you
can't hear them." Isn't
she so lovely?

***
33
Everything is all lipstick
and tea biscuits in my mind
and, so rarely, out of it.

11/27/2007

Author's Note: this is what i do best. there are more. i stopped at the doggy-eared pages of prose. sorry.

Posted on 11/27/2007
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