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Gray
It’s all gray.
Yes, that’s the way of the land here.
Do you miss green?
Only in the way you miss a childhood
That ended too soon.
Or the sound of a screen door knocking
In a summer breeze.
We have it now with a dry gentle
Smell of sage
Stretching out as far as you can see.
Green can’t do that.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tags: poem
We Too: A Pastiche
We Too: A Pastiche
(inspired by Marilyn Johnson & U2)
In the hotel, a tattoo convention.
At the train station,
police with big guns and sniffing dogs.
On the web, Jesus and MLK
At the coffeeshop,
the homeless eating sugar packets.
In the park, a tea party crowd.
At the library,
books battle teachers and firefighters.
In the name of love, roll n roll.
In defense of freedom,
prisons without trials or rights.
Written on the skin, icons of light.
Around our bodies,
Symbols of dark might and vague lust.
In the heart, love and hate.
On the corner of the mind,
thoughts that have no end or death.
John Waters
A man named Waters from Baltimore
has a following larger than Valdemort.
Many loved his Devine,
whose “Hairspray” was fine,
but shit-eating “Flamingos” was fault to more.
Biggest Assholes of 2009
Silence
Silence
It’s like a roar in the head
Even though no source for it
Exists
No grizzly straddling prey
Giving voice to predatory
Triumph
No attack planes shrieking
Overhead, no shock and awe
Apparent
Not even the machinery of
Industry, deafening, productive
Enmity
Just the quiet tapping of
Keyboard fluttering out text
Whispers
And the turning page’s soft
Rustle, momentary blink of
Paragraphs
While the heart strains in
Vain to escape, break free of
Restraint
The brain calculates the price
Of it all, real and imagined
Penalty
It’s like a roar in the head
Breaking the quiet world
Apart
The Dog Has Eaten My Arms
The dog has eaten my arms
but I soldier on
typing out tweets with my elbows
Googling the river of words
below
our
hopeful
end
When the capybara with
a blog boggles my mind
but I soldier on
marshaling the social media
beyond
time
on
high
Where I live a life within
a virtual lie
Kindled with a fire of ice
but I soldier on
beneath
each
empty
word
Albuquerque Winter
Winter arrived in Albuquerque last week. It didn’t stay long, but it was quite cold and slippery for a day.
1) My yard at sunrise,![]() |
2) The feet of someone waiting for the bus in the evening,![]() |
3) Snow-covered yucca in a parking lot.
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Posted in Albuquerque | Tags: Albuquerque, home, neighborhood, snow, winter
Luminaria
Another typical Albuquerque happening during the holidays. Luminaria! You can buy faux luminaria with electric lights. But it’s suppose to be a fire hazard! Candles and paper bags. This is the scene that greeted me when I left work in the Zimmerman Library the other day.
Posted in Albuquerque | Tags: Christmas, luminaria, University of New Mexico
iPhone Sunsets
I love having the iPhone handy to do snaps of Albuquerque as I drive around, but it never does justice to what the skies really look like. This cloud looked like a huge black shadow in reverse over the Sandia Mountains.
Posted in Albuquerque | Tags: clouds, mountains, sunsets



