Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Thirteen Ways of Being Busy - Part II
A girl and a dog
A girl and a dog and his neuroses
I do not know which to prefer.
The beauty of sleep
Or the beauty of completion,
The boxes in the old apartment
Or in the new.
Cycles filled the long window
With furiously pumping legs.
The shadows of gay men
Crossed it, to and fro.
Flirtatious, fraught with possibility
A meat-market, but not for me.
Thirteen Ways of Being Busy - Part I
(with grave and abject apologies to Wallace Stevens)
Among twenty carboard boxes
The only moving thing
Was the white couch in plastic.
I was of three minds
Like a card of paint
On which there are three shades of pink.
The sawdust whirled in the air-conditioned wind
It was a small part of the disarray.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
You Know It Might Be Time to Go Home When...
you start to stir your coffee with a double A battery.
In the words of my former-opera singer colleague, Michael, oy gevalt.