poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Monday, September 29, 2008

16 Glass Panes

SURROUNDED by    16
              panes
(((((pains
paines)))))
                                            glass windows building glass houses 


                                                              *******not throwing rocks
                                                              or breaking ceilings *
                                                              *
                                                              *
BUT
smiling inside
t
h
e
outside
talking visits

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Highway dreams

Highway










which way
                  driving
                              leftlane side
                                                    in an aluminum 
dug-out
built-by-who
canoe







passers by commenting:
you're going so smoothly
you're going up stream
look how well you're doing
                                                          feeling
                                                               noticing 
                                  thin metal bottom swiftly
inning
outing
highway shallow water

crystal clear pavement

emptying me off
exit 68

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The flasher at Micky Dee's

i was 8

family-sitting
backboothed
McDonalds

he was 40+plus+
flicking his lighter
attention-getting

f
l
a
s
h

f
l
a
s
h

each
butaned-time
i'd (not want to) **(turn)**
my head

f
r
o
z
e
n

wanting my telepathic-bewitched skills to come alive
with my unknowing family
enjoying their
happy-happy-happy meals

until we stepped off the curb

i told my mom about 
the old-man flasher
and with the words came 
management
police

but he was

t
r
u
c
k
never seen again



I've been thinking about this moment lately.

I was sitting with my family eating what I'm sure was a happy enough meal.  We were in the backroom area, where at the time there was a large plaster Ronald McDonald...sitting at the head of the "bar" area--the room before playland I guess.  McDonalds was new to town. We were in a booth area and this old man (old for an 8 year old), kept flicking his butane lighter.  He had it low--near his belt buckle.  I was annoyed at the flicking, but could tell he was doing it as an attention getter.  Eventually my eyes figured out what was going on--his penis was hanging out his zipper area, extremely close to his lighter.

I froze.

The sad part, past the perv, was I knew to tell my family but didn't know how or what to do.  I felt very intimated with him right there...like I had caused it by looking.  I didn't want to look, but felt him staring--the whole thing.  

As soon as we left the building I told my mom what had happened.  My dad went immediately inside and told management.  They called the police.  I had to talk to them.  The man was gone.  

McDonalds knew alittle about the man.  His brother lived in town and he was a trucker with "problems." Hmmm.. They knew he was creepy, but until then didn't have a reason to ban him.  


Tuesday, September 09, 2008

why Emily Dickinson was a recluse

i am sure she was pheramone rich
walked with long skirts
asked when the last time her toes were curled
asked about simple times
waited for johnny cash to buy his whiskey

men
wanted
desired
her/she didn't know how to react
except remove

away
hiding

to another world
of written words
and wanting those words to be spoken

but when they were,
afraid.
yoga in my living room
candlelit fishtank
hoping it goes well...

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Bellydancing paper-boots




searching in a small room i planned to buy a new bellydance outfit




all i could find was beiged outfits
and i thought



even with the occasional
sparkle
here
there
it was still
beige

then
to
the side
tables of
brightly colored
skirts
hipscarves
tops
called

but her husband
shimmied across the room
while I found

paper boots
busting thru

unsure why i had
paper boots to begin with


"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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