11319 Pinehurst
October 18, 1996
24-7 Seattle desires her
because she's well rounded,
but most importantly,
her heart is golden.
Between rush hours
when the baker isn't looking
she dresses up in party colors or simmering coconut
and dances the tango with the cream-filled eclairs.
Through the glass you could hear
the muffins clap and the croissants sing
as she transforms her tray
into a dance floor worthy of John Travolta.
As she cha-chas she won't worry about lay-offs
as much as small sizing.
As she waltzes she won't worry about out-of-town traffic
as much as competitive biscotti.
She's as common as the guitar,
as necessary as Pike Place Market.
She's Seattle's cosmopolitan, independent pastry
the 50-cent donut.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Java Club
7811 Aurora Avenue North
October 17, 1996
A new Seattle soap opera - As the Coffee Beans Grind
featuring in order of appearance:
A social worker and a juvenile offender;
Cynthia - barista, wears glittering earrings;
AA attendees;
A Woman - dark eyes, possibly of southern European ancestry, imperceptible accent from eastern United States. Stares a lot.
Various:
Muffin Delivery Person aka Hey, man, how's it going?
Instant Coffee Drinkers from Kalamazoo, Michigan
Police Officers
Scene I
3:00pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Scene 2
3:05pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Scene 3
3:15pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Scene 4
3:30pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
This day's episode of As the Coffee Beans Grind
is brought to you by the Summer of 1980
when Luke and Laura from General Hospital
captured my imagination as a hopeless romantic
and stifled my creativity as a playwrite.
October 17, 1996
A new Seattle soap opera - As the Coffee Beans Grind
featuring in order of appearance:
A social worker and a juvenile offender;
Cynthia - barista, wears glittering earrings;
AA attendees;
A Woman - dark eyes, possibly of southern European ancestry, imperceptible accent from eastern United States. Stares a lot.
Various:
Muffin Delivery Person aka Hey, man, how's it going?
Instant Coffee Drinkers from Kalamazoo, Michigan
Police Officers
Scene I
3:00pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
A social worker and a juvenile offender comment about the black and white historic Seattle photographs hanging on the wall. Cynthia directs AA attendees to the backroom as she opens a new bag of Tim's Cascade Style potato chips. A Woman with a pen and pad of paper either stares at soap operas on the TV or the Various characters filing in and out of the back room
Scene 2
3:05pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Cynthia and Hey, man, how's it going discuss the increase in espresso prices as three Instant Coffee Drinkers read about the miracle cures of lattes outlined in a brown, leather bound book with gold lettering, The East Coat Poet's Latte Recipes for Miracle Cures, they just bought at Magus Books. Cynthia prepares three mochas for them as she directs AA attendees to the back room. A Woman with a pen and pad of paper either stares at soap operas on the TV or the Various characters filing in and out of the back room.
Scene 3
3:15pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Cynthia gossips with two Police Officers who thought they heard someone plot to overthrow Microsoft or plot a scandal featuring Paul Allen and Ken Behring. Cynthia directs AA attendees to the back room. A Woman with a pen and pad of paper either stares at the soap operas on the TV or the Various characters filing in and out of the back room.
Scene 4
3:30pm - raining outside as viewed through the front window.
Cynthia talks to A Woman about how the floating bridge floated away, and how the Hammering Man fell the day it was unveiled, and how the elevator to the top of the Space Needle was stuck halfway up to three hours, and how the Fremont Troll is hollow (after all it is a soap opera).
This day's episode of As the Coffee Beans Grind
is brought to you by the Summer of 1980
when Luke and Laura from General Hospital
captured my imagination as a hopeless romantic
and stifled my creativity as a playwrite.
Larry's
209 1st Avenue
October 16, 1996
It's ironic
that I sit in a bar at 10:30am
drinking a latte I paid for
with a coupon.
I hear small talk of regulars
or tourists eating breakfast.
I hear small talk between the bartender and a customer at the counter
like in movies or sitcoms
or other cities.
October 16, 1996
It's ironic
that I sit in a bar at 10:30am
drinking a latte I paid for
with a coupon.
I hear small talk of regulars
or tourists eating breakfast.
I hear small talk between the bartender and a customer at the counter
like in movies or sitcoms
or other cities.
Baithouse Coffee Shop
5517 Seaview Avenue NW
October 13, 1996
I walk down steep steps to this diamond in the rough;
a room with a view of seagulls, sunsets, Shilshole Bay,
and a small town feeling like in The Shipping News1.
A man interprets what a woman signs to the staff;
it's obvious from their responses
that they know each other.
This woman baked the biscotti and cookies for sale.
She licks her fingers as another man checking fishing nets
sits with an open bottle of beer.
Staff cook then eat what they want
as they look at the boats sailing to and from the Ballard Locks
possibly like their cousins in Nova Scotia
or their ancestors.
1 The Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx
October 13, 1996
I walk down steep steps to this diamond in the rough;
a room with a view of seagulls, sunsets, Shilshole Bay,
and a small town feeling like in The Shipping News1.
A man interprets what a woman signs to the staff;
it's obvious from their responses
that they know each other.
This woman baked the biscotti and cookies for sale.
She licks her fingers as another man checking fishing nets
sits with an open bottle of beer.
Staff cook then eat what they want
as they look at the boats sailing to and from the Ballard Locks
possibly like their cousins in Nova Scotia
or their ancestors.
1 The Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx
15th Avenue Cafe
5905 - 15th NW
October 13, 1996
I rush
to catch a bus
so I can rush to a computer
to rush out applications
to the mail.
Oh no!
I miss my bus
so I can't rush
to the computer.
Instead I'll order a sandwich
and initiate small talk.
Should I be in a rush to find a job
when my finances are in the ditch,
but I enjoy myself so much?
YES!!!
I rush
to catch any bus
so I can rush to a computer
to rush out applications
to the mail.
October 13, 1996
I rush
to catch a bus
so I can rush to a computer
to rush out applications
to the mail.
Oh no!
I miss my bus
so I can't rush
to the computer.
Instead I'll order a sandwich
and initiate small talk.
Should I be in a rush to find a job
when my finances are in the ditch,
but I enjoy myself so much?
YES!!!
I rush
to catch any bus
so I can rush to a computer
to rush out applications
to the mail.
Seacrest Boathouse
1660 Harbor Avenue SW
October 12, 1996
Autumn leaves in my
memories; an Autumn mist
covers Seattle
October 12, 1996
Autumn leaves in my
memories; an Autumn mist
covers Seattle
Celesto Espresso
963 Mercer Street and Boat Street
September 27, 1996
I notice her espresso cart is manufactured by Eclipse,
which reminds me of last night's lunar eclipse,
and I ask if she saw it.
Both of us saw it last night.
I was walking home from Simply Desserts.
She just bought something at the store.
She mentions that two boys stood out in front
enthusiastically encouraging people,
Look, look at the moon!
September 27, 1996
I notice her espresso cart is manufactured by Eclipse,
which reminds me of last night's lunar eclipse,
and I ask if she saw it.
Both of us saw it last night.
I was walking home from Simply Desserts.
She just bought something at the store.
She mentions that two boys stood out in front
enthusiastically encouraging people,
Look, look at the moon!
Three Girls' Bakery
1514 Pike Place, Suite #1
September 22, 1996
I think I lost my bus pass
and that this is a test
of my crisis intervention skills
to use on myself.
I decide to take a nap
because I feel depressed
since I lost my bus pass
and life sucks.
Until I see my pass is stuck
within my checkbook,
and I decide to go to a bakery
because I feel lucky.
September 22, 1996
I think I lost my bus pass
and that this is a test
of my crisis intervention skills
to use on myself.
I decide to take a nap
because I feel depressed
since I lost my bus pass
and life sucks.
Until I see my pass is stuck
within my checkbook,
and I decide to go to a bakery
because I feel lucky.
Untitled (What was once Lighthouse Roasters)
5416 Sandpoint Way NE
September 21, 1996
It's about carrying a coupon for a free latte
for a cafe I didn't know was sold.
It's about getting lost and calling for directions
from an abandoned Alfalfa's two blacks away;
It's about walking aimlessly in front of an unnamed cafe
until a man says, Are you the one that phoned?
It's about a barista making a latte for me
ten minutes after the cafe closed.
It's about a barista honoring my free latte coupon
although what was once Lighthouse Roasters is gone.
It's about the reasons to write poetry:
exploration, stimulation, and a nice barista;
It's about appreciating the good in Seattle the grand NJ way;
It's about leaving a $2.00 tip.
September 21, 1996
It's about carrying a coupon for a free latte
for a cafe I didn't know was sold.
It's about getting lost and calling for directions
from an abandoned Alfalfa's two blacks away;
It's about walking aimlessly in front of an unnamed cafe
until a man says, Are you the one that phoned?
It's about a barista making a latte for me
ten minutes after the cafe closed.
It's about a barista honoring my free latte coupon
although what was once Lighthouse Roasters is gone.
It's about the reasons to write poetry:
exploration, stimulation, and a nice barista;
It's about appreciating the good in Seattle the grand NJ way;
It's about leaving a $2.00 tip.
Lead (Pb) Gallery
1303 1st Avenue
September 20, 1996
I sit on an old sofa near an open window in the basement where the SOIL artists display their work. I hear cars on the highway, someone talking on the phone a few floors below, and an air conditioner.
I think of city sounds like pieces to a puzzle. Each sound represents a different activity that combines to form a city: co-workers talk on the Harbor Steps about the team's most recent win or next week's company barbecue; computers printing paychecks or a 10-page report destined to collect dust or fund a P-Patch; dishes clanking in the kitchen of a fusion style restaurant; high-heeled shoes on the visiting insurance broker from New York quickly clicking up the steps; papers falling from a briefcase; loud music during a traffic jam; garbage collectors discussing their scores from the MCAT; and the sounds of cameras used by artists, journalists, and tourists.
When I piece a puzzzle together sometimes a piece won't fit on the first try. The first time I hear a new noise in the city it jolts me, shocks me enough to find the source. After many times I hear the noise it fits in my puzzle;
familiar enough for me to almost dismiss it as I
write poetry.
September 20, 1996
I sit on an old sofa near an open window in the basement where the SOIL artists display their work. I hear cars on the highway, someone talking on the phone a few floors below, and an air conditioner.
I think of city sounds like pieces to a puzzle. Each sound represents a different activity that combines to form a city: co-workers talk on the Harbor Steps about the team's most recent win or next week's company barbecue; computers printing paychecks or a 10-page report destined to collect dust or fund a P-Patch; dishes clanking in the kitchen of a fusion style restaurant; high-heeled shoes on the visiting insurance broker from New York quickly clicking up the steps; papers falling from a briefcase; loud music during a traffic jam; garbage collectors discussing their scores from the MCAT; and the sounds of cameras used by artists, journalists, and tourists.
When I piece a puzzzle together sometimes a piece won't fit on the first try. The first time I hear a new noise in the city it jolts me, shocks me enough to find the source. After many times I hear the noise it fits in my puzzle;
familiar enough for me to almost dismiss it as I
write poetry.
Hydrohouse Cafe
1201 Eastlake Avenue East
September 19, 1996
A black and white photograph circa 1914
of City Light and Power
hangs on the wall to my left.
Within this photograph
I see construction and power lines;
a possible reflection of growth and success.
But, when is a photograph
of construction and power lines
a predictor of lattes and ZymoGenetics?
September 19, 1996
A black and white photograph circa 1914
of City Light and Power
hangs on the wall to my left.
Within this photograph
I see construction and power lines;
a possible reflection of growth and success.
But, when is a photograph
of construction and power lines
a predictor of lattes and ZymoGenetics?
Blake's Bakery
4737 California Avenue SW
September 14, 1996
She left her house at 9:00am
to walk, . . . all the way down here.
for a plain French donut.
She's walked for 5 hours
but all the plain French donuts
sold.
Staff behind the pastry glass
encourage her to call next time,
We'll save some for you.
She places her cane near the counter,
ordered a different donut without hesitation,
and says she walks per doctor's orders.
September 14, 1996
She left her house at 9:00am
to walk, . . . all the way down here.
for a plain French donut.
She's walked for 5 hours
but all the plain French donuts
sold.
Staff behind the pastry glass
encourage her to call next time,
We'll save some for you.
She places her cane near the counter,
ordered a different donut without hesitation,
and says she walks per doctor's orders.
OK Hotel
212 Alaskan Way
September 8, 1996
I walk along 4th Avenue looking for a place to eat
until the wind grabs my hat from me.
Anxiety tries to be my pal as I fear
I'll lose my creativity.
Then a man with a hoarse, baritone voice
wearing a bandana and a shirt too small
jumps after my hat, catches it,
hands it to me with a low bow and says,
Pardon me, Ma'am.
I hope he hears the gratitude in my Thanks
that, maybe, didn't float beyond my hair
that attacks my face.
September 8, 1996
I walk along 4th Avenue looking for a place to eat
until the wind grabs my hat from me.
Anxiety tries to be my pal as I fear
I'll lose my creativity.
Then a man with a hoarse, baritone voice
wearing a bandana and a shirt too small
jumps after my hat, catches it,
hands it to me with a low bow and says,
Pardon me, Ma'am.
I hope he hears the gratitude in my Thanks
that, maybe, didn't float beyond my hair
that attacks my face.
Pioneer Square Juice & Java
77 Yesler Way
September 7, 1996
He usually sits near
the black metal awning
shaking his paper cup
saying, Hey, darling.
Signs near him read,
. . . peace . . . friend.
You know who I'm talking about
you've seen him
wearing a rain poncho
handing out pamphlets
of I don't kow what.
An added touch of friendliness
to Pioneer Square. The only area
serving pizza after 5 o'clock.
He says to me as I pass,
Ooooh, don't you look nice today.
So I flash him a shy smile
darkened with the season's
newest lipstick color.
September 7, 1996
He usually sits near
the black metal awning
shaking his paper cup
saying, Hey, darling.
Signs near him read,
. . . peace . . . friend.
You know who I'm talking about
you've seen him
wearing a rain poncho
handing out pamphlets
of I don't kow what.
An added touch of friendliness
to Pioneer Square. The only area
serving pizza after 5 o'clock.
He says to me as I pass,
Ooooh, don't you look nice today.
So I flash him a shy smile
darkened with the season's
newest lipstick color.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Louisa's Bakery Cafe
2379 Eastlake Avenue East
September 7, 1996
Blue women with ribbons
dancing in stained glass
weave my cape; a memory.
September 7, 1996
Blue women with ribbons
dancing in stained glass
weave my cape; a memory.
Craig's 19th Avenue Cafe
615 - 19th Avenue East
September 6, 1996
Today's race for a job begins withe employment applications
from the medical center at the University of Washington
12 more to fill out at 4:14pm.
11 more to fill out at 4:16pm.
10 more to fill out at 4:21pm.
20 more times to sign by the X.
9 more to fill out at 4:24pm.
My handwriting becomes circular.
This latte works.
8 more to fill out at 4:28pm.
7 more to fill out at 4:31pm.
My cramping hand thanks my moral head that I'm not a criminal.
(If you answered "Yes", please explain . . . )
6 more to fill out at 4:34pm.
Tonight I'll dream of pens.
5 more to fill out at 4:37pm.
4 more to fill out at 4:40pm.
8 is the slowest number.
3 more to fill out at 4:43pm.
Who is paid to staple applications together?
2 more to fill out at 4:46pm.
1 more to fill out at 4:49pm.
Female should be the first box!
0 more to fill out at 4:52pm.
I didn't read the instructions.
September 6, 1996
Today's race for a job begins withe employment applications
from the medical center at the University of Washington
12 more to fill out at 4:14pm.
11 more to fill out at 4:16pm.
10 more to fill out at 4:21pm.
20 more times to sign by the X.
9 more to fill out at 4:24pm.
My handwriting becomes circular.
This latte works.
8 more to fill out at 4:28pm.
7 more to fill out at 4:31pm.
My cramping hand thanks my moral head that I'm not a criminal.
(If you answered "Yes", please explain . . . )
6 more to fill out at 4:34pm.
Tonight I'll dream of pens.
5 more to fill out at 4:37pm.
4 more to fill out at 4:40pm.
8 is the slowest number.
3 more to fill out at 4:43pm.
Who is paid to staple applications together?
2 more to fill out at 4:46pm.
1 more to fill out at 4:49pm.
Female should be the first box!
0 more to fill out at 4:52pm.
I didn't read the instructions.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Gee Whiz Coffee Company
1925 5th Avenue
September 6, 1996
Rainy said, God, I'm tired.
The same tired I feel each year
because you make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.
She continuined, God, I'm tired
of your contractors feeding me fertility drugs
the same time every year
to make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.
She paused, looked south, and in a louder voice,
God, I'm angry
that your contractors cut me deep
and deeper each year.
They rip all that almost grows from under my skin,
and leave me a cracked and dusty 'has been.'
God, Helen was angry.
She screamed so loud the earth shook.
When it's my turn to scream from the bruises
and scabs you forget, I won't just scream,
I'll bleed.
September 6, 1996
Rainy said, God, I'm tired.
The same tired I feel each year
because you make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.
She continuined, God, I'm tired
of your contractors feeding me fertility drugs
the same time every year
to make me birth children
you turn into lawn chairs.
She paused, looked south, and in a louder voice,
God, I'm angry
that your contractors cut me deep
and deeper each year.
They rip all that almost grows from under my skin,
and leave me a cracked and dusty 'has been.'
God, Helen was angry.
She screamed so loud the earth shook.
When it's my turn to scream from the bruises
and scabs you forget, I won't just scream,
I'll bleed.
La Pesce Cart
402 Cedar
August 29, 1996
If this is a Seattle Day
passengers on the monorail would wave to me
as if they were royalty;
people driving to Bumbershoot would start their windshield wipers
to keep time with the traffic lights;
staff at KOMO News would take an extra 20-minute break
to ask me, Is the sky blue?
only to be answered by a bartender at the 5 Point.
If this is a Seattle day
it would be fujicolor 100
and Chief Seattle
would point towards many things.
August 29, 1996
If this is a Seattle Day
passengers on the monorail would wave to me
as if they were royalty;
people driving to Bumbershoot would start their windshield wipers
to keep time with the traffic lights;
staff at KOMO News would take an extra 20-minute break
to ask me, Is the sky blue?
only to be answered by a bartender at the 5 Point.
If this is a Seattle day
it would be fujicolor 100
and Chief Seattle
would point towards many things.
Bravo Espresso Cart
Outside Tower Records - Queen Anne
August 27, 1996
For four months I stuck my gift certificate to my refrigerator
because for four months I knew this day would come.
I used planning and patience, an honest appraisal of my finances,
and a daily ritual of listening to 107.7 The END.
I finally spend this gift certificate I was gifted
for volunteering at Denny Place Youth Shelter.
Before most fans started their jobs
I had Pearl Jam's NO CODE in my walkman.
August 27, 1996
For four months I stuck my gift certificate to my refrigerator
because for four months I knew this day would come.
I used planning and patience, an honest appraisal of my finances,
and a daily ritual of listening to 107.7 The END.
I finally spend this gift certificate I was gifted
for volunteering at Denny Place Youth Shelter.
Before most fans started their jobs
I had Pearl Jam's NO CODE in my walkman.
Alki Cafe
2726 Alki Avenue SW
August 26, 1996
I think it's their first date.
She went to the eye doctor so she can't read the menu.
He'll read it to her, but first he offers his glasses.
He talks about his house.
From the patio he could watch the ships go by.
He built a ramp when he wife needed a wheelchair.
He lost 25 pounds when she died.
Her husband also died from cancer.
She loved their house,
but had to sell it.
She couldn't maintain it.
Their tones rarely fluctuate.
Did they each lose a true love,
and go through these motions
to appease the anxiety of friends?
I wish they finish the meal
with something exquisitely decadent.
August 26, 1996
I think it's their first date.
She went to the eye doctor so she can't read the menu.
He'll read it to her, but first he offers his glasses.
He talks about his house.
From the patio he could watch the ships go by.
He built a ramp when he wife needed a wheelchair.
He lost 25 pounds when she died.
Her husband also died from cancer.
She loved their house,
but had to sell it.
She couldn't maintain it.
Their tones rarely fluctuate.
Did they each lose a true love,
and go through these motions
to appease the anxiety of friends?
I wish they finish the meal
with something exquisitely decadent.
The Cafe News
8913 Roosevelt Way NE
August 1, 1996
A copy of that book1
we gave away 23 years ago
sits on the same shelf
as weekly periodicals.
Those scary drawings
reduced to another child's nightmares
because now I recognize the words.
1 The Golden Treasury of Poetry
August 1, 1996
A copy of that book1
we gave away 23 years ago
sits on the same shelf
as weekly periodicals.
Those scary drawings
reduced to another child's nightmares
because now I recognize the words.
1 The Golden Treasury of Poetry
Bus Stop Espresso
800 NE 65th
July 19, 1996
One day the sun drove her Alfa Romeo Spider convertible
with the top down
all over Seattle.
The clouds decided by consensus
that Sunny's brilliance was quite attractive.
They packed their drums and brass horns
into an old Volkswagon van and followed her.
When Sunny saw them she sped behind the Cascade Mountains
as she never found security with musicians.
In their grief the clouds cried.
See their tears on the pavement
underneath rush hour traffic.
July 19, 1996
One day the sun drove her Alfa Romeo Spider convertible
with the top down
all over Seattle.
The clouds decided by consensus
that Sunny's brilliance was quite attractive.
They packed their drums and brass horns
into an old Volkswagon van and followed her.
When Sunny saw them she sped behind the Cascade Mountains
as she never found security with musicians.
In their grief the clouds cried.
See their tears on the pavement
underneath rush hour traffic.
PCC
5041 Wilson Avenue South
July 12, 1996
Opened two month ago
the only bookstore in the south . . .
After he says this
I take another look
of the owner of
Take Another Look bookstore.
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who did . . .
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who thought . . .
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who criticized . . . .
. . . applauded . . .
. . . wondered . . .
I'm not the only one who dreamed that . . .
. . . could and would and should happen
for at least the 50 seconds I spend memorizing the first line.
I guess residents of Seward Park were never taught to read
well enough
to demand
a bookstore
before May 1996
July 12, 1996
Opened two month ago
the only bookstore in the south . . .
After he says this
I take another look
of the owner of
Take Another Look bookstore.
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who did . . .
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who thought . . .
When I read books I know
I'm not the only one who criticized . . . .
. . . applauded . . .
. . . wondered . . .
I'm not the only one who dreamed that . . .
. . . could and would and should happen
for at least the 50 seconds I spend memorizing the first line.
I guess residents of Seward Park were never taught to read
well enough
to demand
a bookstore
before May 1996
Brie & Bordeux
2227 North 56th Street
July 11, 1996
Children play at Meridian Park;
they swing on the swings higher and higher
until the teacher yells for them to stop,
and they walk back two by two.
When they leave the park they take within their backpacks
the poem I almost wrote. The one about childhood friendships,
summer camps, and earthworms.
A family walks onto the park;
the adults use the facilities,
the child swings on the swing higher and higher.
July 11, 1996
Children play at Meridian Park;
they swing on the swings higher and higher
until the teacher yells for them to stop,
and they walk back two by two.
When they leave the park they take within their backpacks
the poem I almost wrote. The one about childhood friendships,
summer camps, and earthworms.
A family walks onto the park;
the adults use the facilities,
the child swings on the swing higher and higher.
Bagel Oasis
462 North 36th
July 6, 1996
Time is five minutes slow in Fremont
because Time is on My Side.1
I feel so good in Fremont
because I'm a Natural Woman2
Time is on my side
when my soul is in the lost and found
and I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for
since time is on my side.
Yes it is.
It makes me feel so good inside
to know I'm still alive
since time
time
time is on my side.
1 Rolling Stones
2 Aretha Franklin
July 6, 1996
Time is five minutes slow in Fremont
because Time is on My Side.1
I feel so good in Fremont
because I'm a Natural Woman2
Time is on my side
when my soul is in the lost and found
and I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for
since time is on my side.
Yes it is.
It makes me feel so good inside
to know I'm still alive
since time
time
time is on my side.
1 Rolling Stones
2 Aretha Franklin
Boulevard Espresso
4922 South Genesee
July 5, 1996
I wish I could paint you a picture
of this lake, the slushing sounds
as it hits the rocks near the shore.
I wish I could paint you a picture
of the breeze forcing my hair in my eyes
or the warmth of the sun I sense
beyond the shade of the trees
or the unchallenged temptation
to touch those yellow flowers
guarded by bees
or the kazoo noises
from the blackbirds nesting in the trees
whose leaves rustle like pages
of this book I thumb through.
July 5, 1996
I wish I could paint you a picture
of this lake, the slushing sounds
as it hits the rocks near the shore.
I wish I could paint you a picture
of the breeze forcing my hair in my eyes
or the warmth of the sun I sense
beyond the shade of the trees
or the unchallenged temptation
to touch those yellow flowers
guarded by bees
or the kazoo noises
from the blackbirds nesting in the trees
whose leaves rustle like pages
of this book I thumb through.
Beyond the Edge Cafe
703 East Pike Street
June 30, 1996
After the Gay Pride Parade
I ponder volunteer opportunities
through the Chicken Soup Brigade,
and wonder when my sunburn will start to hurt.
I think it's sunny
because God wants us to see the rainbows,
catch the chocolates, condoms, and necklaces
thrown by participants in leather.
Sun makes a statement when it's pushing through clouds.
Sometimes the strength lays unnoticed, sometimes insulted,
but it always ends in a rainbow.
June 30, 1996
After the Gay Pride Parade
I ponder volunteer opportunities
through the Chicken Soup Brigade,
and wonder when my sunburn will start to hurt.
I think it's sunny
because God wants us to see the rainbows,
catch the chocolates, condoms, and necklaces
thrown by participants in leather.
Sun makes a statement when it's pushing through clouds.
Sometimes the strength lays unnoticed, sometimes insulted,
but it always ends in a rainbow.
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