Apricots

As I type this, apricots
ripen on the trees, growing
tart, deeply-orange,
faintly-fibrous puds inside
my favorite orange fruit.

(28 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA)v2
[food poem 5]

Mary Matalin's booking

Mary Matalin’s booking
Cheney Family memoirs
for Scribners’ new rightwing
Threshold imprint she runs:

Dick Cheney’s nightstand
awaits his hand-written
cheniad he's sure everyone
wants & needs to read

for rightwing perspective
& inspiration during today's
Republican party decline...
or so Mary Matalin imagines

moved far below the Beltway,
down to N’O’leans w/hubby
Ragin' Cajun James [D] Carville.

(26 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA)v9

Reggie, out&in-doors

Carolin's & my Maine Coon cat Reggie (~ 7) is still really an outdoor cat, so I feel guilty if I don't take him out every day for an hour here in the retirement community I now live in whose lease insists all pets must be on 'leashes' when outdoors, so on his 30' yellow nylon tie-out, Reggie does his daily-routine: daringly climbing a small tree, jumping down, disappearing into the bushes surrounding the large courtyard, looking for small animals & birds (that he never finds); when taken out as late as 8:30pm, he territorially prowls to drive off 2 feral cats that come by for dry food that Lois Overman in the next bldg. leaves out for them every eve. All this is much more exciting for Reggie than being confined to my 4th-floor 2rm apt. despite upholstered cat-towers in each room; he's snoozing in the tall tower (right behind me) as I type this. I apologize to him when I take my 10-speed bike out without him, but the one time we did, he was terrified of riding with me (in a webbed nylon cat-carrier on my back) fearing anything metallic-sounding/looking (bike, battery-powered go-cart, dumpster-on-wheels, traffic...) & moaned & groaned the entire bike-ride...

"What happens next?"

“You may well wonder…”
is redundant as an opener,
poetic or otherwise,

when everyone’s wondering
“what happens next?”
worldwide.

Get on the Internet; its
worldwide web reaches millions,
willing & otherwise.

(20 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA)v5

Utterance

Each poet works out something by writing poetry. For me, it's is also a means of self-therapy, within a self formed by culture, language, nation, family, education, experience, sex, body, organs, genes. It's dynamic. Writing out my thoughts (as I'm doing now) turns on some semi-dormant circuits in me so that I feel more alive; it's an energizing process, internal & then external, as are speaking, singing, dancing, painting, photography, filming, etc., all human animation, which I usually call: utterance.

Baking goła,bki

I'm back with my
Polish mother baking goła,bki
(go-womb-ki = pidgeons),
multi-meat & rice burgers
stuffed inside smaller & smaller
boiled cabbage-leaves, stacked
in a turkey-baker, in our gas oven.
(not just Polish, they're common
to Eastern Europe.)

(10 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA)v11
[food poem 4]

Sun-toast

In the coming energy scarcity,
bread will rise & bake as quickly
as the blazing sun can bake it.

Smiling people will co-toast
each other w/sun-toast slices.

California will come out with
California Sun-toast against
Texas-toast, twice as thick as
California's Best-toast.

California will remarket with
Baja-Toast, stymieing Texas,
'cuz nobody ever beats Baja!

(10 JUN 09, Santa Clara CA)v7
[food poem 3]