quote unquote

the greatest poverty is not to live 

in a physical world, to feel that one's desire

is too difficult to tell from despair

--wallace stevens [ed. amen, brother!]

old wine new glass haiku

 apologies to The Who

meet the new skateboard

same as the old skateboard

do-do-da-do!

failed poet haiku

fiery red evening sky on the beach

waves are such an ancient sound

what did my big toe strike

a stone?  a small crab?

i don't know 

i don't  know

& how now goes the next line?

wherever the wind takes me

it's a hot thursday summer nite & you wanna trip like i do to 'white rabbit' performed by elephant revival. feed your head!

 

cayucos: rocket launch

 

cayucos: a local about to get booped

 

word on the street

 

cayucos: venus & the pacific

 

cayucos: sunset

 

quote unquote

i am somehow less interested in the weight & convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived & died in cotton fields & sweatshops.  

--stephen jay gould

screenplay haiku

fade in

 ext. backyard garden.  hot summer morning

middle-aged guy drinking coffee & doomscrolling

whoosh!  past his ear

'holy shit that's a big bug of the apocalypse!'

pensive, he watches its flight over the fence

then goes back to doomscrolling

fade out

it's friday nite, summertime, the delta breeze kicked on, & you feel like a 'star star' by the rolling stones!