Mistress

 

Mistress, O' Mistress!

a palette of my desire

on your blank screen

 

 

,

eyes wide open

 

fast asleep 

with eyes wide open --

editing a passage

born of dreams

 

 

 

Minneapolis

 

 

 I'm scheduled to attend court on Monday in downtown Minneapolis. Charged with a minor infraction by most criminal standards. I'm still not content with the venue or atmosphere the city provides; the energy, the excitement, the alleged vitality are lost on me. 

 

I just wish they could still afford to repair the streets. A concept lost on upper management touting a "higher standard". That, and half the police force planning their quickest exit since the troubles a few years ago. It's as if they feel their is no support.

 

Yet again a mantra claims a tenuous hold on the news and public radio. One of love and community embracing gentle housewives and outside agitators alike.  The warmth should subside in temps well below zero before it congeals into a sticky mess.

 

 And what was my crime? I did something relatively stupid.

 

 

thaw before the freeze --

pigeons in the city

display no fear

 

 

 

Anarchy in the USA

 

 Insurrection, men getting pregnant, LBJ reincarnated, debt service akimbo;

play stupid games win stupid prizes. 

I've said it once and I'll say it again -

Futbol will save the world!

appearances

 

Many coded references are displayed for meaning, seasonal markers and substantial subjects.

 

Please forgive the appearance of the blog lacking uniformity. I'm posting with a telephone.

 

I hope someday to throw this device in the river  

 

 

lengthen

 

 

It's with a modicum of surprise that I look up and realize this is the first full moon of the year. 

 

 

 this idle life

lived solely in the mind --

shadows lengthen

 

 

 

vase

 

 

for each crevice

of a mended vase

a silent wish

 

 

 for the crimson queen

 

kiss

 

sunlight refracting --

blinding, colorless, cold

clear sky and ice

 

no pain, no kindness 

from Death's gentle kiss

 

 

 

 

  

radio

 

the radio

more distant than thunder,

we share the rain

from afar

 

 

to Alice 

 

snow woman

 

 

snow woman --

might she be found past

the wall of willows?

 

 for Kylie

 

Kawamura's dream

 

waking up

in Kawamura's dream -- 

 so cold this dawn

 

 

 

 

shortest day

the shortest day --

each dating site

all lit up

 

 

 

 

red clay

 

 very long ago

I heard their voices rising;

language meant for a child

 

the tang of green walnuts

In the depths of red clay

 

 

 

 

1,001 posts

 

... and quite a few more down the tube

 

tomes

 

tomes of haikai --

page  after page scattered

here to beyond

 

 

 

 

 

 

the offer

  

Out of the wind

a warm place to stand --

I offer only loneliness

 

 

 

the fox

 

 silence

become part of my nature --

the fox in winter 

 

 

 

the monkey lol

 

             笑

 

moon viewing

moon viewing --

before their parting

a final embrace

.

 

 

message in late Spring

 

She flew; I split

Then when she landed 

I asked her to stay-- 

She left me the message

In late Spring 

 

 

 

porchlight

 

moonfly and chiggerbug

round and round the porchlight--

Dad calls us all in

 

        

Tanuki

 

 

They gave me the "tour", still in handcuffs, first, up the infamous elevator where many a  trouble maker paid their due, without witnesses,  then through the gauntlet between pens and holding cells, unscathed but still blinded. Cries of the detainees bemoaning the full moon rose aloft the warm, Saturday night.

In one cell a stunning young woman stood alone, defiant behind shatterproof glass  Rake thin, proud of her screams captivating as any wild animal, her intensity justified with a declaratory smile mocking the injuries to my eyes as they met her gaze. It was as though she demanded I be handed over to her, that liquid line from cheek to jaw taught, flexing, and clenching.

And then at once, the trance broken - I found myself released into the rabble with no visible organization to it as if  that must disturb the incarcerated waiting processing there.   

 

I offered my own ministrations for calm, inured of the nature of anger and its frustration, only to be rejected and restated again and again, without offense or slight, a blind monk among Priests and Kings in the City of Thieves

... tanuki *
for a few cups of sake
recites the sutras
recidivists crowd the shrine
offering prayers all night long

* tanuki; mischief, magic, and change

sale

 

big sale ends today --

civility and the art

of conversation

 

 

 

Four 'o' clock in the morning

 

It's four 'o' clock in the morning 

between the real and the unreal --

one most tender, the other floating

 

I leave this room so neat and tidy

enablng you access to the world

 

' upon awakening will you recall that kiss? I tug on the thread ... '

 

Bandit/Liuyue

The Motor City is Burning - John Lee Hooker - 'link added'

 

this is john's confusion caught for eternity in '67. i've seen a new low-income building burnt down - from 20 miles away. even then i wasn't worried.  the attendee's were rather benign. nobody had run out of food yet.

the elected leaders were on a roll though. that is, 35 years later.. seems they were invited to a seminar on advancing blame for reckless popular leadership back to law enforcement. just as expected. but not, really. i/m talking about the george floyd riots here, what, four years and a buttload of indignation and caution spewed over media. i mean, don't let your sorry ass hang out when you can stir up an angry mob. the trick, disingenuous as it is dangerous, is to control it, or, allow an troublemaking media to carry the day forward. 

shit, minneapolis wishes it had our crime rate. the same thought  on my mind on first moving to this small town, then impressing the mayor at the festival that i'd joined the impressive flight with the  certainty other bad people were on my smart ass trail. i even looked the part, mayor and i costumed as western characters, my outfit a little more threatening,  sans any reaoning, being from clay county , missouri, originally, home of the infamous jesse james, and later, neighbor to the deputy sheriff's racist kid and other cop families surrounding.

can you imagine the trouble i could have gotten into?. whoo ... as it turns out the quiet character of Hudson, Wisconsin, has reserved to the finest property investors, their bedroom community home to 15,000 registered voters and an extra 1,000 or so voters involved, outta no where,  in the previous election. it is only 10 miles from the Twin Cities  for that matter. 

here's a link on my discovery, just four years ago, that is, of how malleable people can be.

george floyd