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poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Thursday, February 28, 2008

    what you want

    world peace,
    a baby’s arm holding an apple,
    the car you can’t afford,
    the girl who’ll never live next-door,
    the song I never want to end...

     

    Tuesday, February 26, 2008

    ennui

    it’s not just French for “Henry”. Webster describes it as “a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest.” Satiety?

     

    Friday, February 22, 2008

    fresh snow

    if I stare at it long enough,
    I can tell myself that it’s no longer falling,
    that it’s suspended in the air indefinitely,
    that it’s beautiful, even inspirational,
    and that I’m really excited
    to be here.

     

    Tuesday, February 19, 2008

    schism

    I’ve asked on more than one occasion whether or not I should split up my two blogs such that one focused on haiku while the other featured everything else. On more than one occasion I was persuaded to duplicate my haiku on both blogs, making this one a superset of the other. I’m going to discontinue that practice, posting haiku to haikupoet.com - the blog, and keeping this blog a veritable compost heap of thought and thoughtlessness. Please let me know what you think of the change.

     

    Monday, February 18, 2008

    in case you needed proof...

    ...that I’m a geek, I’ve spent several hours this weekend re-installing BLAG 70000 on my desktop, and then my laptop. BLAG is a Linux distribution based on Fedora but reduced to one CD, stripping out the fat and replacing it with attitude.

     

    Sunday, February 17, 2008

    winter rain —
    the dog’s head
    on my lap

     

    Saturday, February 16, 2008

    dream-filled dreams (part four)

    I often dream of trains, but this was a taxi cab - at least at first. When we stepped into the back seat of a fairly typical yellow taxi it expanded into a plush limousine. Then, instead of the sensible business pants suit you had been wearing only seconds ago, you were luxuriating in some very enticing lingerie...

     

    Friday, February 15, 2008

    dream-filled dreams (part three)

    Those who know me know that my dog is treated better than most members of royalty. Evidently Mr. Sandman either doesn’t know this or doesn’t care, as I found myself in a Florida hospital waiting room, with dog impatiently waiting in the car. I had cracked the window open, and checked on her frequently, but eventually the car was towed away and I was cited for leaving a dog in the car during 94 degree temperatures.

     

    Thursday, February 14, 2008

    Valentine’s Day —
    forget-me-nots
    from what’s-her-name

     

    Wednesday, February 13, 2008

    it is what it is...

    which is to say
    casually dismissive,
    void of content,
    ignorance masquerading as inevitability,
    disingenuously deterministic,
    a practiced obtuseness cloaked in nothingness,
    word pollution,
    whatever.

     

    Tuesday, February 12, 2008

    dream-filled dreams (part two)

    The giraffe wore a top hat and matching black vest, gentle and mild-mannered despite the crowd. Hard to believe he could be lost in the shuffle, even the madness that is Central Park, lost for hours only to be found in an alley behind an art studio, surrounded by paparazzi and police. It was by chance that I heard the news on the radio in time to find him.

     

    Monday, February 11, 2008

    dream-filled dreams (part one)

    Ziggy signed autographs, not as tall or as muscular as I had remembered him: still sporting a golden tan and jet black hair, now clipped to a more practical length. He was frail and even a little effeminate, referring to us as “my good people”. Who was this guy? And could he ever play guitar?

     

    Thursday, February 07, 2008

    new moon...
    the
    same
    old
    promises

     

    Wednesday, February 06, 2008

    market watch —
    dandelion seeds
    in the air

     

    Tuesday, February 05, 2008

    out of shape
    I exercise
    my right to vote

     

    Monday, February 04, 2008

    staff meeting —
    Monday morning quarterbacks
    with Super hangovers

     

    Sunday, February 03, 2008

    Super Bowl Sunday —
    a quarterback sneak
    to the liquor store

     

    Saturday, February 02, 2008

    Ground Hog Day —
    nothing but
    broken clouds

     

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