Friday, March 7, 2014

HALF-MOON ,Venus, blue dress

HALF-MOON, Venus, blue dress

On our group walk back from the trio, talking,
you point out the half-MOON,  I call out
the HALF-MOON, Venus, your clinging
blue dress you fill so lusciously out.

(07 MAR 14, 8:16 PM PDT, V V Santa Clara CA)v7

Saturday, March 1, 2014

2 days after

2 DAYS AFTER

to Patricia Hughes

Before noon 2 days after,
I see you in your window;
you wave me up to your floor,
to meet you in 2nd-floor hallway.

You explain what's happened:
“People have told me not to see you,”
but you can't name which (not Gale.)

I reply: "If I have to not see you, then I won't. Btw, we'll
no longer be seeing Dereck's 2 cats here after today;
He comes back tomorrow.”
I turn& leave; you call me back for a brief hug.
I leave again; you disappear into your apt.

Later, 3-ish, we suddenly meet outside at ground-level;
you suggest we sit on the wet green bench betw. our bldgs.

You see the mailman coming&  suggest we sit instead
on the sofa in your bldg.'s lobby
where you pull out of your soft French carpet-bag
a paperback copy of FOUR SUFI CLASSICS.

Bemused, I reveal:

“I read Sufi poetry as an undergraduate.”
Your reading it attracts me more to you.

You hand me a small tangerine; 
I hand it back;

you hand it back to me again
saying: “I have too many.”

I deftly peel it with my tiny pen-knife
& eat all of its tart orange pulp.

(01 MAR 14, noonish PDT, V V 4-4D, Santa Clara CA)v4

Thursday, February 27, 2014

LATEST 3rd BREAK-UP

LATEST/3RD BREAK-UP

To: Patricia Hughes

At the new karaoke in the Social Center, 
after I slid into the chair beside you, 
you shooed me away, pointing me to
“Sit further away (by one seat) 
I don't need you...”(anymore); 
I instantly rose & left, but soon 
slipped back in with incomers
to sit on the other side of the room
to your suppressed surprise.

Days later: you ignored me
as I stood a few feet from you
as you were about to enter 
Donna's B&W car. Later,
returning to the parking-lot, 
getting into her car again, alone,
Donna admitted to me: "Bill, 
I don't know what happened...
Her mind is like a 5yr-old's."
I replied: “I just want her to get what 
she needs. Even if I can't see her.”
& offered an aluminum shower stool.
Donna explained it wasn't needed,
but waved to me as she drove away
out of the parking-lot. 

(27 FEB 13, 3:44PM,  V V, Santa Clara)v2

Monday, February 3, 2014

LOOK AW@Y

LOOK AW@Y

“The Republican Party is living through the late-mannerist phase of that (Reagan) revolution, fuelled less by ideas than by resentments.”
- David Remnick: Annals of the Presidency: GOING THE DISTANCE,
On and off the road with Barack Obama (New Yorker, Jan. 27, 2014, p.41)


Still wrapped within the Land o' Cotton,
striking its long-ago struck heroic pose,
standing tall for family values petrified
in grey stone in the postbellum South,
their grey slacks sharp, their golden
codpieces bursting with pride, their
thin smiles rise to sneers held highly
above lushly blooming womanhoods.
Look away! Look away! Way away.


(03 FEB 14, Santa Clara CA) v5

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Wither CA We@ther?

As we suffer the lack of substantial rain here in CA, I recall my naieve new-to-CA weather expectations: CA is always sunny (never cloudy), doesn't rain, never snows. 
 

TV& movie fantasies apply only (if at all) to Socal/L.A. &; desert points-east (bordering AZ.) The 56mi. L.A. River is more than just a trickle in an urban cement channel.

Way up here in Norcal/SF Bay, it gets cold (below freezing) overnight, rains, snows (on mountain peaks, rarely down in the valley.) Rain supports agriculture & increasingly populous cities. Microclimates (S.F., the central coast, etc.) reduce weather zones to smaller regions than I 'd ever imagined & certainly never heard of 'back east'.
Drought - which I thought was perennial all over CA - except the coast -  is not only regional but macro-cyclical. (We're currently in the 7th-year of the latest.)
 

For me, it's all become unexpectedly informative (so far.)

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

OVERFLOWING MOON


We walk back to your apt., & pause
to gaze @ the full Moon in Cancer
overflowing like I've never seen before.

(14 JAN 14, V V Santa Clara CA) v.4

Sunday, January 5, 2014

A WESTERN LATINIST

A WESTERN LATINIST


Last nite I dreamt of a tall, thin denim-clad Western poet praising the Spanish language's descent from Latin, without admitting the imperial imposition that entailed, proud of the continuity of cultures. (An English poet's praising its descent from French & French's descent from Latin would be even more tendentious by his conspicuous omission of Saxon becoming Anglo-Saxon.) The poet read his poems to a small group of fans in an assembly room of a bookstore. After he read, he complained of his being an obscure writer; actually, he was very well-known for his many translations (from Spanish, etc.) into English.

(05 JAN 2013 VV Santa Clara CA)v5