Ode to the D7

Standing at the behemoth to progress,
glassy-eyed, stomach-rumbling beyond help,
I stare in confusion at numbers and letters
written like a Chinese menu.
Starry-eyed and in a trance, I am
having a mystical experience as I am forced
to choose. Searching for coins produces crumpled
dollar, when inserted face up rolls back and forth,
back and forth, unwilling to cooperate. Frantic,
devoid of patience, I empty my bag in search
of coins, dumping out the myriad contents on
the floor, watching them scatter. I stoop and grab
and count till I arrive at the precise amount, while my stomach
continues to utter disgraceful words in public;
students rush by, some give strange looks,
others too oblivious to know the day. I shove
the coins in the machine, pushing the buttons
for D7...and out comes Three Musketeers! Damn.
Give me my Baby Ruth! No returns, no refunds.
Always choices: eat the damn Three Musketeers
or eat nothing. No choice at all--peristalsis has begun
before the candy hits my palate.

Welcome to a New Blog

There are so many things big and small in our daily lives to talk about: from genocide, Iraq, a war gone wrong, poverty, Darfur to standing at a dumb vending machine pushing the right buttons and getting the wrong thing. Yet all these things have a piss-off factor- not the same, I hope. But here is a place to let it out. As a poet, I look at the world through glasses tinted with remorese, or regret, or happiness, or stupidity or even through what I ate last night (chicken). This may make for something different. Maybe something mystical as dwelling in the desert produces those thoughts if alone, especially without a tent or water, like Hagar in the Bible.

Something New

They say ex nihilo nihil venit- there's nothing new under the sun, but every day the sun shines I see something new, whether hidden or exposed. I may have to look hard to find it, or even use my imagination, but I know it is there. Today, it's this blog- as if there aren't enough of them. So what's different about this one, you might ask? As a poet, I see the world through glasses tinted by imagination, or tinted by a mother's view of the world, or tinted by what I want to see that day. This could make for some interesting blogging. And don't be afraid to join in the discussion. There's too many things to comment on to let slip from this facile pen: war, love, hate, poverty, genocide, corporate greed, in short, all the "big issues" of today.