bi-cycle

If technology was devised
To sweeten our conversation
With the earth & sky
A bicycle would certainly
Be a gem of engineering

EMGOLD INC.

Go ahead call me MR. NO-
     but why slight the least
     who tilts at the beast
That sees all things as DOUGH?

Old Rusty

Sixty-two years young
Streaming yahoos!  come out of me
Coasting the long grades
From Indian Springs
To Penn Valley on Old Rusty
Even standing on the pedals like I'm 16
Face stung by cold November wind--
Yes I'll be gone someday
But tell 'em I lived!
LARGE!

gigabyte

Once upon a time
We charmers held life
In the palm of our hands
The wide world
'Come round to us
In dance sunlight flower & song
Then Google!    came along
With its dotcom & gigabyte
And we wash on the margins
Inept & alone

five-seven-five

my what fine cussing
when the neighbor's rottweiler
runs off with his hat!

-carpentering w/ Steve House

Palisades Rim Trail

Summertime
Hiking the Palisades Rim Trail

Sixty-nine hundred feet

Across a scrub mesa
Of snow-stunt firs & ponderosas

Walk out
A long brow of Ritter granite

To triangulate yourself
Between Castle & Devil's Peak

A perspective that goes
Decidedly planetary

sweet aire of Otherness

ah the sweet aire of Otherness,
no matter how close & familiar,
the spotted ladybug manuevering
up my armhairs
as I leaf through the morning paper
remains strange & otherworldly,
taxi horns with distance in them,
who knowz?
what we're all doing thrown together here
willy-nilly on the fractured pavements,
shuttered by the shadow of a dozen pigeons
swinging across the marquee
of the art deco Del Oro theater,
say your prayers say the imams
or the churchbells floating
over the crooked tombstones at St Patrick's,
say your prayers mi amigo
but you'll never get out Alive

just wondering

Was it Albert?
Who first pronounced
Undulation
As the square root
Of minus-one?

Cancun

The airline apologised
For leaving us stand on the tarmac
While a fine caribbean spritz
Played on our heads;
But for my part--
no apology was needed!

time & eternity

Eternity?
NOT the incomprehensible extension
Of time,
But the temporal process itself-
HERE-
Where nothing abides,
Nothing abides

Leaving Mexico

Turns out
The couple next to me
On the plane out of Cancun
     Were there
For metaphysical reasons:
     She:
Reading Mayan Prophecies.
     He:
Reading People Who Don't Know They're Dead

Six AM

A loose gather of crows
By the dozens
High across the pink stratus of dawn
Calling to the sleepy residents of town
A New Day!   A New Day!
Wake up sleepy-heads!
-This blessing of birds.