New.

Lasting Impressions or; maybe, maybe, just maybe so.

a hardened artery circumvents finger tips

Stalagmites staggering

dripping

up;

a gravity in reverse

we leave prints which (that)

slowly diminish the concept of

Ever Last

as though the idea of ‘What Sticks?’

needn’t go beyond Honey and tape

as though lasting imprint is nothing more than

the remnants of your palm resting against newsprint

If my pen stroke is weighted:

my letters read like

physical map face.

G’s ape gulfs and gorges

the blank page reads as the Sea of C’s contemplating Deltas. Receding.

washed away shore lines

my verse fades in direct sun or rainfall

“Birth, Something”

Oh, but my offspring (be it hat or child)

is just as fallible as me;

subject to tears & (heartache)

pulled string or vanishing semblance

I saw my name on pages in a book

I saw Art carve the book into Buddha face

What part stays?

Surely, when I run my footsteps follow but

like echoes softening off or

reincarnating, re-allotting

lox and other meat products

9:10am



Me: (hovering over my bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon)

Receptionist: (peering at my meal) Is that Salmon?

Me: Yes...

Receptionist: I've never had it before but it looks like ham.



Last night, prior to leaving, well after everyone else in the office, I accidentally moved the dial on the radio while shutting it off. It wound up on a lite-easy listen-rock-pop station -- a far cry from the pop r&b and hip hop station i am forced to suffer through every morning.



I've been waiting to see how long these women go without needing to hear "...boots with the fur..."



Me: I've been to the emergency room over a dozen times.

Coworker: One time my eyes were bothering me so bad I had to go to the hospital

Me: Oh my god..

Coworker: Yea! and I was scared because I couldn't see so I had my mother come with me. So we wait and the doctor calls us in and he goes 'Oh your mother doesn't need to come...' but I insisted because, well, I couldn't see!

Me: I hear you, I hear you. So what did it end up being?

Coworker: Well, he turns to me and goes 'By any chance, did you allow a man to ejaculate in your eyes recently?'

Me: No way!

Coworker: For real! and there was my mother screaming at me "WHAT ARE YOU LETTING MEN DO TO YOU!" First, that shit never happened, secondly, who goes to the hospital full-well knowing that you've got cum in your eye.

Me: Who allows that anyway?

Wedding Poem

September 13, 2008

gingersweet.

the honey bees, cricket cries, comet-flies
buzzing star/tales
an Aesop grown from Matter.

Flora Breathes
(I know amore stories last for centuries)
like moments, and pictures, and
well-made-shoes

Bathing beneath
sunburst & dovesong
here, beside tumbling hillscapes

We Rejoice!

I've seen beauty in love, and it is in front of me.

hands clasped like tree roots, like yarnstrings
twining towards....

This Is Yours
The Union
The Balance

keep in heart the Universe of this day

to give, my dears, all and everything.


-- For Sara and Dan

Fruity Computers - the saga

Taken from the Email that I sent to Crapple:

My computer would not turn on so I made an appointment at the (Crapple) store and they told me that my computer had a "flat tire."

When I asked for further explanation, I did not get one other than I needed to reinstall my OS.

So, I ordered my OS discs on Sunday the April 27th via phone. When I did not receive notification via email OR the discs by May 1st I called Crapple care and they notified me that my order went through BUT the discs never went out; that they just "sat there."

When I asked how that was possible, the person said that eventually when I realized that I didn't get the discs I would have called and they (Crapple) would have figured out their mistake.

THIS IS A HUGE FLAW IN YOUR SYSTEM.

Then I was told that he would reorder it free of charge, which really meant that I was still charged but am now receiving the discs a week or so later.

He then said that he was putting the order through and would send me an email confirmation. He gave me a case id number and we hung up.

Two hours later, when I still had not received an email I called again. When I did I was told that they could not SEE the order. They asked for my credit card number AGAIN, when I informed that I had the Case Id they said they couldn't find it through that.

Then I asked for a manager because I personally don't like giving out my credit card number to countless Crapple employees.

I was livid at this point because not only did my order just SIT there but I was not getting the confirmation I was promised.

Then I eventually got on the phone with a Manager who told me he could see that the NEW order was placed and that it was "sent" but "CRAPPLE DOES NOT HAVE THE CAPABILITIES TO SEND AN EMAIL CONFIRMATION." This is another flaw in your system. You CANNOT take credit card information and not provide an email confirmation knowing that your order has gone through. I am case and point why this does not work.

CRAPPLE FAILED TO SEND MY ORDER AND YET CHARGED MY CREDIT CARD. HAD A CONFIRMATION BEEN SENT I WOULD OF HAD AN ORDER NUMBER, AND PERHAPS THIS MIGHT NOT HAVE HAPPENED. ORDERS THAT HAVE BEEN CHARGED SHOULD NOT JUST SIT THERE. THAT IS A PROBLEM FOR YOU. THAT IS A PROBLEM FOR YOUR CUSTOMERS. YOU ARE A COMPUTER COMPANY WHO IS NOT ABLE TO SEND EMAIL CONFIRMATIONS??? YOU ARE A COMPUTER COMPANY WHOSE SYSTEM ALLOWS PURCHASED ORDERS TO SIT THERE???

I am insanely unhappy with the service I received.

distraught troughs; we eat pigs for breakfast

bodega babies buy their milk like cigarettes, a buy-one-get-one
commiserating with the cowboys

they in for a bootstrapping backlash

all neon light dyed exclaiming
"Yes! We've paid our electric bill!"

ain't like the service to slow just when the crowds surge
a voltage powering off the F train.

they ride the steed to the waters edge where the freaks make waves towards the sand

i've always had a soft spot for the biblebleeders --

Quran, Torah, New Yorker --

all pealed in and peered in on

Monday; AM
How Do You Pray So Hard?

I get tired 

of believing 

in silent lovers.

I Am

the Queen of the Internet.

Something...

Easy now.

Feet perched like teetering bricks, stacked on corners/fringes/brinks; plateaus careening with world ends.

Ain't gonna be around much longer with a foundation like that.

Buck wielded his fists back, cocked his chair, and leaned on his knuckle-bones. A see-sawed figure. Buck rocked.

A muddy silence swept through the room. The air was molasses thick and everytime Buck breathed, his life shortened.

He thought today ominous for something grand. He fashioned a window out of his imagination and saw billions of stars and thought, if this were earth... It ended there, but perhaps just for an elongated pause.