my head a cumulonimbus
and reminded of just how broken the leg was
June 2, 2010
the difference between 270 and 290 is two phone calls
the difference between two-hundred-seventy
and two-hundred-ninety,
is two phone calls.
paying son’s tuition for grade K,
forgetting 20 dollars raised the
red flags of poor attention to detail.
prompting immediate calls in attempt
to discern where, who, and most importantly
when the money is going to be paid.
simple mistakes are accepted.
instant correction is expected.
I wonder what the difference between
two-hundred ninety and two-hundred seventy is.
– Hoc Scripsi
Too tired now to write anything else. Have an appointment in 20 minutes I wish I could cancel so I could go back to sleep and forget about the pain coursing through my back, hip and leg.
but I had great dreams last night.
May 24, 2010
I load my thirty-aught six to board the downtown train.
I load my thirty-aught six to board the downtown train
passing aisles full of people chattering and marks of concern
while not noticing their silence
I load my thirty aught six to board the downtown train
– Hoc Scripsi
this is the intro to a much longer poem I’ve written. For some reason it is only my mind this morning as I sit here in excruciating pain. My leg for some reason is acting up and once again I am thinking about excising it from existence. somewhat common thought and most common on days where I didn’t sleep well the night before – for various reasons not related to my behavior I ended up in my writing room on the Ikea couch most of the evening. this may well be the source but I am betting on the humidity that is present throughout the air.
yesterday a plethora of birds were singing at this hour and soon stopped for most of the day. I imagine it was the 86-90 degree heat in May. Once the sun started going down they resumed their melodies and plaintive songs searching for love. I can only hope today that their serenade lasts throughout the day as I love to listen, like eaves dropping on two young lovers secure on the porch swing of imagination.
April 29, 2010
I think that maybe that isn’t a very good post in general. Here is a ramble to make up for it.
I started writing what promises to be a long poem yesterday and I don’t want to talk about it much now only to say that my mind is in that direction a great deal and moving towards my Aunt Kate who is still in recovery from a hip break/replacement.
The poem has started with the longest lines I’ve ever written and will probably be a bear just smaller than another poem I’ve been working on for several years. Today I will sit and just write to see where it takes me.
My Aunt Kate and I correspond with the written word and she has been in hospitals hospitals hospitals against her mind but where else do you go when you break a hip? She is heavily on my mind now as we have been trying to get on another on the phone and have thus far been unsuccessful in this endeavor.
have a headache that awoke me at 3:30 this morning and caused bad dreaming all night long. I went back to sleep around four and have enough sleep while the headache pounds away making my face twitch.
don’t know what I need but aspirin, ibuprofen don’t cut it.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 