FONDLING FRIDAY: 25 APRIL 2014
Oh Friday!
You, Friday, Famous in Faux Fur!
Fifteen minutes is not enough for you.
Fourteen Centuries will the curtain call, endure.
Chiseled in Forever this Friday, will last.
Come lay here under the shadow of this
Red blanket with me… see… you feel…
SONNTAG /SUNDAY
¡Santa, es la cuidad que celebra el Domingo!
Sunday smooth knit lace of Chai Tea and gently folded
Passion flowers blooming in the pages of the novels
Competing for eye, clicks, with scented history books
filled with saintly images and narratives of knights
Men ready to kill the… villagers… near the church…
the chicken, organic, rolled in a quail’s egg and herbs
From Frau Kolb’s private poolside garden.
SAMSTAG: 26 APRIL 2014
Sacred Saturday (¡Sabado Sagrado!)
Behold: the little pancake of silence
Cut from a loaf of the roasted, twisted
Brains; bent under the wait of… WALT DISNEY!
Work loaded; Seventh Day weakness.
A “Winner,” losing sleep.
Baked in reek of shattered dreams and broken
Recovery in a lingering cup… Shabat morgen
We walk, after the sun rises:
Kona Kaffee… Schwarzt mit Zuckenberg, Bitte.
IT IS THURSDAY
I am constantly surprised by how quickly the days… evaporate and time leaves behind coffee rings and bagel bulges… on some bottoms… others: not so much. Hah! Thursday: you are a day everybody welcomes. You are beloved.
Recycled WEDNESDAY
You are standing. You are soaked in blue WISDOM!
This Wednesday is a flowering, towering, dazzling
Reality: you hear the birds, see the butter flying, and
SING along with the i-tunes streaming elevator jazz.
YOU throw back a couple leggy numbers in the
steaming spring rain passed lightly over wise men
Wearing candelabras in their wasted coats. WOW!
I’ve arrived at a destination I dreamed of. I am home. Finally…
I roamed. I went everywhere. I came here before and found it alien.
Now I hang my hat by the door and I adore that we have finally …
Arrived at this simple now that I wish everyone would find
the fine and simple armpit smell they LOVE and TRUST.
I met my match. He’s handsome! He is taller than me.
I feel very much a “she,” next to him; which helps me feel safe. Yes, he’s my muscle.
He’s the brains of this operation. I’m just show and fireworks. AWE.
He delivers. I’m just his top distraction and consul. I am the gate keeper.
I pour the wine my X sent us to celebrate my 41st. Thank goodness.
WHO’S TUESDAY
This Tuesday belongs to the Muses; an amusing bunch.
They lunch, yet prefer brunch because Champagne
And Muses go together into the Grove; a Mall at the edge of Vine
And Passion: the Muses dance together, barefoot, fingers and toes…
Entangled sister Muses; Molly wrote new code for the web that
Stretches into a pinprick sized rod to aid in dividing time
and saving ours: to be wasted, elsewhere, in a flurry of action!