The Meadow

        As Bambi's mother

        Led her fawn

        Onto the meadow

        And was gone,

        So I was shown,

        And, thus, exposed

        To pastures where

        Foreboding bodes.

        Without the trees

        That hide the sun,

        The vast expanse

        Belied the gun.

        For when the shot

        Shattered the calm,

        The earth became 

        A maelstrom.

        The moment's shock,

        The past forgot,

         I ran to where

         I had been not.

         In foreign forests,

         Overgrown,

         I realized

         I was alone.

         And in the absence

         Of my mother,

         The canopy

         My only cover,

        

         The meadow, then,

         Proposed a test

         Of fortitude 

         And mindfulness.

         While I still graze

         Beyond the grove,

         The hand recalls

         The burning stove.

Goat Busters

         So the Cubs lost.  It has only been a hundred years.   

         To all you haters out there:  keep shootin' moose from a helicopter.

Back In the Land Of

     Obama and the Cubs...

     Lake dip babies

     Ketchup-less Hot Dougs

     Zambrano

     Deep dish skyline

     White boats on green lake

     Buckingham river

     Daley Trees

     White moths West

     LSD Navy Ferris Wheel

     Green Mill Bean Industry

     

     Lighthouse deep house

     Old Style old school

     John Hancock blues

     El Loop

     

The Shame

For Emily Dickinson

When next you feel the shame

Because you lost the game;

An insult to your name,

Rejected from the same--

Recall that you are you

And others, themselves, too;

So best not misconstrue

Conclusions others drew.

Or those that they will draw

For @*$#!--the fatal flaw

Of interest in the jaw,

Incredulous of awe--

Is when the money comes,

And you still feel like crumbs,

And catch the dreaded numbs

And over-favor thumbs.

For fervor favors few;

And when the justice's due

Is when the judgment comes--

"Do you have change for ones?"

Mis Quince Anos!

  

      Es mis Quince Anos!  Y Los Ositos barrieron Los Sux--Que bueno!  

LA

               I used to live in LA.  And I went there for a visit over the weekend.  And a flood of memories returned.  

               I remember the first time I saw palm trees.  And ate a real burrito.  And saw the ocean.  And the mountains and smog.  

              And the new age flyers.  And the muscle beach boys.  And the cabanas; the year-round outdoors.  And the cults and psychics.  The coyotes and brushes.  

               It's nice to know it's all still there.  

                

Hex Flix

The other night I had a dream about a possessed vacuum cleaner.

In the dream, I was watching a movie about a possessed vacuum cleaner.

Then, I looked out the window, and in the distance, saw the same possessed vacuum cleaner pass, swiftly and silently, through a pastoral setting, from right to left.

Then, the vacuum cleaner passed by again, from right to left, this time closer; And again, from right to left--closer still!

It was like one of those still-cam, time-lapse shots: clouds passing, light changing, etc.

I turned away from the window, and the possessed vacuum cleaner was right there, in my living room!

I ran to the front door, opened it and went outside.

There was a flash!

Then, I saw a inde dude with a huge beard and shades with a camera in his hand, standing aside a large black box.

He had just taken a picture of my fearful reaction to the possessed vacuum cleaner!

It was like a weird horror version of Punk'd--Like Net Flix, but equipped with an inde film team at your door.

Hex Flix!



Note: To all you Freudian readers out there, please hold your interpretation that, by dreaming about a vacuum cleaner, I suck!