man without a country

sweet weather channel
every time it rains inside
every twelve seconds

just like last monday
another piece slips away
you did it again

saturday forecast
will never understand you
could have reached blue sea

dummy sitting here
shopping silicone lining
royal blue cookie sheets

amazon bakeware
hurricane winter pastry
emergency cakes

first task check weather
as a good little girl should
you’re not fooling me

high sixty seven
you say this at eleven
two p m is high

so why at five uhr
on the ten day forecast page
was SEVENTY THREE

at twelve twenty five
I could have gonE TO The BEACH
people shout haiku

four long months inside
aggravated by movers
every single day

moving in the snow
hurricane when i moved in
weather just hates me

in seven short days
buying vacation condo
renting to tourists

i’m glad i didn’t
waste time hiring a
management company

five minutes ago
realized i have to live there
molding glass ceiling

how can it not be
rained in all of december
raccoons keep tearing

it’s raining right now
have not thought about packing
can’t do that again

can you tell me why
d j ‘s play sad music
foggy and rainy out

PLAY BOOGIE FEVER
don’t play LIES OF HANDSOME MEN
need Brubeck’s take five

the sun just came out
heard that song for a year already
that’s enough

Standing In A Sea You Cannot See

wanting french fries
the way G-d intended them with
salt and heinz ketchup

dolphin pairs undulate
unbroken no footprints
calm wind no more blows

who’s idea was this
going back to glasses of
the 1950’s

arm deer with rifles
giving them a fighting chance
9 mm uzi
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Pooling Pool Thoughts
replaced by Enchanting Fog
prepossessing charm
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fog twenty five feet
larry david heaven scenes
honoring life birds

actually never
forgetting beautiful fog
exactly heaven

picturing movies
wanting to stand here always
april attraction

magic fog surrounds
cannot see ten feet away
capturing beauty

no one else in world
completely calm alone as
if G-d is with you

knowing the only
reason you feel this way is
because of tv

nothing like highway
only fear is you cannot
see where the sea is.

slowly reaching you
cannot even see past first
wave on your toes

totally surrounded
delightful fogginess
eventually

magically lifting
two other signs of life
appearing in distance

sigh of relief
not one with the sea he might just
run ashore get ya

and no one would know
when no one else is looking
parting in two halves