Monday, November 24, 2014

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Retroactive Overweight Sonnet

One week from yesterday
I get a paycheck.  I’m
pretty broke; in need of
paying bills down and feel-

ing I can breathe easier.
But that’s pretty normal.
“Do I look as blank as I
feel?” I wonder.  Please

accept this as my letter
of resignation.  Hey, I just
thought of something that
might help you understand

one part of my mind.
If I think I’m dying, I
will still wake up next to
you tomorrow morning.  “Oh,

the future, Dear Future!”  I say
to the big orange bowl in the sky.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

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chicken mouth vs. onion mouth

his big problem is
he lives in fear of
being embarrassed.

home by around 10.
sick ever since.  my
nose runs.  i am so

boring.  perhaps i
go home?         .....
next day, feeling

much better.  lunch
with erin at gaylord.
i wish i were just

frolicking around
the city aimlessly.
wouldn’t it be fun?

later in the evening,
tasting indian food
from hours ago, i’m

about to trust a com
plete stranger to pick
up & fix my laptop.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

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less willow
more buffy
sounds beau
tiful.  i roll
over & go
back to
sleep.
think
good
thoughts
as much as
they can be
thunk.  the
first thing
to do is to
let perfection
go.  at least a
little.  why is
my heart so
healthy?
nighty
night
for 
now.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

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That the poem is a toy
with the structure of insomnia.
                           —Norma Cole

Even as I write
I am falling asleep.
Reminders of all the
things I need to do
keep cropping up,
yet I cannot stay
awake (even as
my mood drifts
downward again).
This morning I got
some nice little
punches.  And
later, lunch with
Otto at Power
Source (it says
here “next door;
was good”).
Carolyn says
Suzy has
esophageal
cancer.  Terminal.
How long now
has she lived
terminally ill?
It seems a long
time.  Well....
Highlights of
the weekend:
saw Match Point
by myself.  Ex-
cruciating.  Gym:
4.3 miles at 6.5 mph
constant.  And later,
again with Otto,
we step out to
Mezzanine for
the Matinee.

Monday, November 17, 2014

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Tonight is movie night.
We’re doing it monthly
this “semester,” so
besides the one while
Mom was here, it’s the
second movie night of
the year.  Counting
everything.

A grump I am again.
What a rollercoaster.
Last night all good,
now this.  Arguing
all morning over
Strawberry Banana
Odwalla.  I miss
Fresh Samantha.

Later, home via cab,
what a drag I am.
Remembering Ikiru
(Kurasawa) and the
plums on top of
the seasoned rice.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

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The newest stuff I’ve downloaded

Then, mumbly
with Otto
doing his first
online class –
I watched
some – it’s an
art history
class which
looks fun.
Spacing out
while the data-
base repairs it-
self.  Then zzz.
Today, I do feel
ever so much
better.  Work
gets me down
sometimes –
it’s so droll.
But I’m ok.
I should make
better of it.
There are so
many movies
I want to see.
I have made a
big list.  The
Oscar nom-
inations just
in, Brokeback
Mountain
get-
ting the ex-
pected brunt.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

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My early years were cold.
                  —Maureen Thorson

I might say the same,
but I grew up in
Arkansas. We had
occasional snow

(e.g., during most
every Boy Scout
camp-out in which
I participated), but

summers were
hot and humid.
I suppose what
I mean by Ms.

Thorson’s quote
is that I was a
late bloomer.  I
somehow rode

my way through
school “book-
smart,” but with
no realization.

Or so it seems
from this angle.
Now?  What do
I realize?  Let’s

see—thank
heavens yes-
terday is done!
     —Happily

propped up
on the city
of no air
conditioning.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

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He lived in the restive staccato
Of memorabilia.
                     —Maureen Thorson

I hate work.

What would
make me be
okay with work?

That’s not entirely
true.  Anxious?
I’m in a pretty

lousy mood.  Plus,
I want purpose
(porpoise!),

something to
devote myself
to (time & energy)

from which I can
gain reward,
triumph.

That’s a nice word.
Rain doesn’t help.
I just want my 

(heart back.) 
laptop fixed. 
I don’t really 

mind work.  
I do it daily.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

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While Home Alone & With It Raining Heavily

Heavy rain, starting with
Friday night.  Went to see
Mars Rover at the IMAX
with Yuki; one of the
strangest things I have
ever done with him, and
on that level, delightful.

(I have really missed
Otto this weekend.)

Anyway, after the
movie, we made our
way to Sparky’s
for dinner and good
conversation, then
our separate ways.
I to bed rather early
and then up early
on Saturday to
the gym—Embar-
cadero—after
Sutter Stockton
Starbucks.  But
my gym was

flooded, so I
detour to the
Tenderloin Y,
run two miles.

Monday, November 10, 2014

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I remember trying to figure out what it’s all about.  (Life.)
                                                                  —Joe Brainard

I learned a few things,
had a nice time this
weekend and, all-
in-all, was just
bored solid
yesterday
afternoon.