Thursday, April 03, 2008

dclxxi

The bird-feeder
over the waterfall
(burbling brook)
arrayed with tiny yellow finches.
Finches?

Some cats swoop in
to check out the waterfall,
babbling burbles and all that:
apparently something’s
in there.

Nobody knows what
but the cats.

Reach over for an organic walnut,
that’s me.   What’s going on?
Well, George Stanley!
Saying he’ll send me a copy of his chapbook.
That’s fab.

Televison’s not, though.
Watch Enterprise, West Wing,
South Park (well, maybe),
Primetime Glick(??),
all down the lackluster tube.

No more teevee for a few years, I say.
Maybe invest in some books or
yoga?   Netflix?   Sunscreen (SPF 30, at least)?