A budded rose stem On thin branch in course sand It shrinks under sun A gingham maid pours water Rushing down onto the crown Glass beads dot petals Dripping into the puddle The green leaves shimmer Morning sun climbs high Drying the single red bud The flower stem wilts Petals droop down in distress Nightfall sunsets relief Gingham maid retrieves the pail Spray dances around brown root Desert sun turns hot Too much for English…
One hundred twelve in the bright florescent midnight shade I bumble through a weary crowd marching down The Strip beside dancing neon, drunken girls, and gold firelight Mojave desert heat blasts the granite marble hills towards God’s tower man-made One hundred twelve in the bright florescent midnight shade Dreams fleeting as fast silver coins tumble through the flashing casino parkade The jingle-jangle rhythm strikes a mirthful heartbeat of disjointed amusement in the night One hundred…
In the mirage Ripples rise before my eyes The standing noon sun heat dries Beads of salt sweat on my forehead Leaving me heatstroke weak as I tread In the ravine, a winding snake path intensifies Following a sand mouse lengthwise A rodent’s fate demise I ponder the tan path to the tragic end In the mirage A fan palm hides rock art mysteries A spear thrown ripples past a prize Landing short of red rock bloodshed …
Finished a walk at 7:30 this morning and the temperature already reached 93 and will reach 114 this evening. Already hot and oppressive. A Raver asked me for some change; I wore new pants. The Electric Daisy Concert ended with girls dropped off in front of the courthouse wearing satin exercise shorts or bikinis. A few went straight to the ATM by the Palm Stars. One asked me for change. *** I nearly passed out…
Voice One: “The big highway interchange in Mission Valley was designed by the grandfather.” Voice Two: “I doubt it.” Voice One: “He surveyed the whole thing and figured out where everything needed to go.” Voice Two: “I think you’re mistaken.” Voice One: “I have his surveying notes.” Voice Two: “He worked for the City of San Diego but I don’t think he had anything to do with it.” Voice One: “Did I mention my dead…
Been off taking care of other things and not writing. I missed the keyboard! I thought it would be a good idea to sit down and type. Fair warning: none of this may interest you. *** We take the idea of completing our chores, interests, obligations, and everyday tasks for granted. Like they will never end. And then they do. What have we accomplished? And does it matter? Just some of my thoughts this week.…