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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?

    Wednesday, January 31, 2007

    Pedestrian

    When people ask stupid questions, they deserve flippant and imprecise responses; therefore when people ask me about my religious background, I’m liable to say just about anything: from “Recovering Catholic” and “Polydactyl” to “Octagenarian”. My favorite by far is “Pedestrian”. It’s more than a non-religion, it’s a way of life.

    In the movie Pulp Fiction, Samuel L. Jackson plays Jules, a hit man who achieves a moment of clarity during a tense restaurant stand-off in which he is a not-so-innocent by-stander. The experience hinges upon his appropriation of the scripture verse Ezekiel 25:17...

    The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

    Previously he had employed this quotation as a proclamation of judgement just prior to the execution of his victims. Suddenly he sees it as a reflection of his own life’s journey and the possibility of his own redemption. He no longer sees himself as a messenger of vengeance, and seriously considers retirement from his chosen profession. In his own words, “...I’m gonna walk the earth.”

    A pedestrian by any other name.

     

    pay day

    pay day —
    a baseball hat
    covered with snow

     

    Tuesday, January 30, 2007

    leaving work late

    leaving work late
    a shadow greets me
    with obscenities

     

    Friday, January 26, 2007

    wind chill advisory

    wind chill advisory —
    a creditor’s
    neatly-typed letter

     

    Wednesday, January 24, 2007

    January

    January —
    a broken toy
    in the snow bank

     

    Tuesday, January 23, 2007

    restless night

    restless night —
    a distant
    snow plow

     

    Saturday, January 20, 2007

    continued cold

    continued cold —
    the dog lies down
    between us

     

    Thursday, January 18, 2007

    freezing rain

    freezing rain —
    our unpaid
    electric bill

     

    Wednesday, January 17, 2007

    tense words

    tense words —
    the dog’s water bowl
    frozen solid

     

    Tuesday, January 16, 2007

    cold front

    cold front —
    the ex-wife shouts
    my son’s next sentence

     

    Monday, January 15, 2007

    January rain

    January rain —
    a new leak
    in the basement

     

    Sunday, January 14, 2007

    late train

    late train —
    all the highlighted passages
    in his bible

     

    Saturday, January 13, 2007

    dusk

    dusk —
    a hearse pulls up
    to the gas pump

     

    Friday, January 12, 2007

    black ice (and variation)

    black ice —
    an impromptu meeting
    with the boss

    black ice —
    waiting to meet
    with the boss

     

    Wednesday, January 10, 2007

    north wind

    north wind...
    her voice

     

    Tuesday, January 09, 2007

    meeting

    meeting an old friend
    we trade complaints
    about our kids

     

    Monday, January 08, 2007

    cold...

    cold rain —
    the sad girl
    at the end of the bar

    cold drizzle —
    my ex-wife’s voice
    on the answering machine

     

    Sunday, January 07, 2007

    toast

    drunk before noon
    I filled a plastic cup of my favorite poison
    and waited.
    a lizard told me
    how much money I could save
    by switching my auto insurance.
    swarms of beautiful people
    in love with other beautiful people
    drank light beer
    while listening to fashionable music.
    and then the soldiers marched in
    before banners, a screaming crowd
    and me in my bathrobe.
    I remember raising my cup
    and declaring
    “I salute you, brave gladiators!”
    but instead I shouted
    “I hate you, overpaid crybabies!”

     

    starless

    starless winter night —
    all the Christmas lights
    are gone

     

    Saturday, January 06, 2007

    unseasonably mild

    unseasonably mild —
    the ski shop’s flag
    at half-mast

     

    Friday, January 05, 2007

    January rain

    January rain —
    we take down
    the Christmas tree

     

    Thursday, January 04, 2007

    first full moon

    first full moon —
    a midnight conversation
    with my son

     

    Wednesday, January 03, 2007

    back to work

    back to work —
    a squirrel taunts the dog
    from a tall tree

     

    Tuesday, January 02, 2007

    a new year... but

    a new year...
    but I just can’t be nice
    to assholes

     

    Monday, January 01, 2007

    New Year's Day

    New Year’s Day —
    all the snow
    washed away by rain

     

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