Hummingbirds Shudder January 16, 2006
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Monday 8/29
Rush from Mt Shasta
through the dark to the white E.R.:
her unseeing eye.
She has sunshine green
eyes, I said in the ER:
shouldn’t have said that.
Tuesday 8/30
It was like a grape,
the doctor said, squished:
We will scoop it out.
Waiting room TV:
time becomes Southern floods, then
We saved the eye.
Destroyed retina:
kaleidoscope, rainbows-
focused inside now.
Friday 9/14
Grinning blond haired boy,
the morning paper’s obit-
and we are lucky.
Saturday 9/22
This pain with Tanya,
(giving up the planned future),
comfort: we all die.
No karma for me
I don’t believe in it: shit
just happens: cones fall!
Her recorded voice
at two years: I want to seeee.
What it means now…
Southern refugees
heading to higher ground,
immersed, I look up.
I’ve no right to whine-
She breathes, cries, laughs: not dead yet,
a dent in the fern.
In the waiting room
of the acupuncturist-
she rests, water drips…
The value above-
this vaunted serenity:
can it save her eye?
You read, ipod: wait,
one blind eye: left side darkness.
Daughter: here’s the moon!
Elevator man
asks: Who did that to you?
You: I wouldn’t let them.
White jeep flips three times,
now she tries to remember:
better to forget?
Wednesday 9/26
White jeep drift, turn back,
correct, overcorrect, blur:
hummingbirds shudder.
Friday 9/30
Waiting, 400 Parnassus
My heart beats, crazy:
little birds chase after a hawk:
nest in the cypress.
I remain upbeat
for her: who is there for me?
Self absorbed asshole!
Sunday 10/2
I bought the jeep:
ce n’est pas mon défaut. Je?
Non! Mais oui. Yes, me.
Monday 10/3
My eye is dying,
she said, her body whole:
the earth breathes by rain.
Tanya’s eye blindness
in that half light gift:
don’t deny the night.
I can’t stop the jeep’s
twisting, rolling, howling crash
in my mind, today.
Dense crush of metal
cries crunching sounds of message:
forgotten language.
Tuesday 10/4
When does one accept
a sightless eye, or fight it?
We are born to die.
Tuesday 10/11
I, along the beach,
sand between toes, praise the sea,
water crushes down.
Sunday 10/23
Art, monkey chant love-
now you talk to horses:
your blind eye listens.
Tuesday 11/15
White jeep, black canvas,
driven by my memories
of Alturas crash.
Wednesday 11/23
Wet green grass, first rain,
drooping shouldered statue:
black iron flowers.
Zendo silence, then
bing a ling ding ding cell phone-
wake up call!
Mid Yeast Infection January 11, 2006
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Our enemies,
desperate, they blow up stuff-
I think ewe army.
-babusa
A little help from a friend January 7, 2006
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Maybe I’m helpful
so they won’t feel what I feel-
feel what I feel.
– babusa
Sharon has massive stroke January 5, 2006
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Ariel strokes out-
Will ancient tribal quarrels flame?
My I-pod won’t work!
-babusa
Lull in the storms January 4, 2006
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Perhaps happiness
is not fretting about it:
fountain of palm fronds.
– babusa
Northern California Floods January 2, 2006
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Rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain rain rain
rain, rain rain.
rain
rain:
New Year’s Day ‘06 January 1, 2006
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Not ready to enter into ”Snow Country” in the late 60’s, babusa, in shame, because of youth, did not finish the novel. Going downtown on the N-Judah, babusa remembers the novel, decides to go to Kinokuniya bookstore in Japan Town and buy it, again. 37 years before, on the N, reading the early section about about Shimamua looking out of a window on a train, seeing a woman’s reflection, her eye in the train window, babusa had looked up from the book and seen a young woman’s face in the N-Judah window. Now, going to meet his wife and daughter, he remembers both images:
I forgot about
bus window face reflections:
Kawabata rain!
Finished Kawabata’s “Snow Country”, New Year’s Day. babusa had heard him talk in ‘69, maybe ‘70 in Japan Town. The sound of the voice is distant, perhaps kind. He spoke of Japanese literature, history. ‘72 he killed himself. Why?
Basketball coup December 31, 2005
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Storms, floods: babusa
sick– ACHOO– Warriors win,
beat Dallas! ah, yes
Week Off December 29, 2005
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Between Christmas and
New Year’s, between storms: shopping…
where is New Orleans?
– babusa
Whiners about immigrants December 28, 2005
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In response to complaints about Latin American immigrants not paying their fair share in taxes:
They make good tacos,
clean yr momma’s toilet bowl:
if not them, you then!
-babusa
