Friday, January 27, 2017
The Necessary Combination
The old worries no longer sufficed.
Though they drove Kohs beyond distraction...nonetheless,
a lack there, a stale familiarity here, a boredom...
So he applied to the Bureau of New Worries.
There, in collective wisdom, he became Chicken Littled.
Not exactly The Sky is Falling Down!...but several keening
anxieties of smaller types.
“I've never seen you so happy!” wife gushed in their bedroom
two weeks later while packing her stuff.
“Be careful of those luggage locks. They can pinch! Start infection.
Man in Elmira DIED.”
She thanked him for his concern, and left forever. One less worry.
Labels: anxiety, caution, Chicken Little, over-caution, Sky falling down, worry
Sunday, December 25, 2016
The Zen of the Lazy American
But. “Close to the vest, close to the vest. Quiet cards, and hidden.”
She was due to join us any moment now, so
we told him that “Babs will surely leave for somebody with an ounce of daring!”
"Here's your hat, Ole Babs! What's your hurry?"
we told him that “Babs will surely leave for somebody with an ounce of daring!”
"Here's your hat, Ole Babs! What's your hurry?"
“So, defiantly mediocre? That’s you!”
“I should go to Brooklyn to fight the cops?
Or Oakland, the Communists?”
“Don’t be a hero. Just move off your ass!”
“The still man rules.”
That’s when Babs came in. And we turned her
right around!
Labels: caution, daring, friends, lazy, mediocre, overcaution, personality, spirit, undaring, Zen, Zen as excuse
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Plans
Roger always had a plan, and a backup.
So when the promised storm all but
obliterated Duncey Falls, he had to go
to the backup, but that failed too in the
wind and rain.
The heaving oak outside his den
window sent electric sparks showering
upward from the impinged wires, and then
a black limb crashing into his window, and
his forehead.
Later he did realize he was in an ambulance,
and calm, although the babbling of the other
patient truly annoyed him.
Then, he realized he was the only patient,
and shut up.
Chubby checked his head bandage
and maintained to Desktop that
the TV was full of shit.
"Like, this ain't the Storm of the Century.
Was in 80, and my Dad filled a notebook
about it."
"Like father, like..."
But Roger told him that was really impressive!
Asked Chubby if he could phone the old
gentleman when all this was over.
"He's outa range, like forever. But I'm not."
“I...had two beautiful plans!”
“Make them all the time. Nothing to chance!
Ever!”
“We...can help each other.”
“Enough said,” concluded Chubby.
“Yeah!” snapped Desktop to Roger, “YOU shouldn't be talking, period!”
Then driver Harold squealed through his little window. "It's a buncha women back there!"
Labels: ambulance, ambulance techs, Birds of Feather, caution, making plans, planning as bulwark, storm, Storm of Century
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Skating the Edge
Truly bumpy ice.
You may stumble.
So, stay low, nice-
ly slow.
Truly bumpy ice.
You may stumble.
So, stay low, nice-
ly slow.
Labels: caution, danger, skating
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Cautionary Tale
Do not take pill
2 hours before
or 4 hours after...
or is it the opposite?
The bottle reads like
a tweet from The Warn-
ing Sector. Report
suspicious behavior! Prior
to our summer storms
brows and lips purple flor-
escently and all of us look so--
though the old too fuddled
to plant bombs. I'm against
what we do, especially torture.
I blog, a fart in a windstorm. But
temporary relief works well enough.
Do not take pill
2 hours before
or 4 hours after...
or is it the opposite?
The bottle reads like
a tweet from The Warn-
ing Sector. Report
suspicious behavior! Prior
to our summer storms
brows and lips purple flor-
escently and all of us look so--
though the old too fuddled
to plant bombs. I'm against
what we do, especially torture.
I blog, a fart in a windstorm. But
temporary relief works well enough.
Labels: caution, security, torture, warning
