Mona
Mona Lisa just passed by.
She has changed her dress
And her slight smile
Has turned into a determined look with a mission.
I’m sure they’ll be raising the entry price
At the Louvre.
Monthly Archives: January 2012
Mona
Negatorally Independent
Negatorally Independent
I have a policy of never…
I have plans…
Sorry, I have another commitment.
There’s a conflict.
Not now.
That doesn’t work for me.
Maybe next time.
God, I’d love to, but…
Hell, no.
Are you kidding?
Don’t go there.
I’ve got an appointment.
I’m not allowed to.
It costs too much.
Let’s not and say we did.
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Elevator Connection III
Elevator Connection III
It’s just me and an older woman.
We’re going down.
We get to 2nd floor parking.
She takes a deep breath…, and says,
“Got to get in there and work…,
Gotta pay the bills.”
And I’m thinking,
“Alaikum Salaam.”
The Race
The Race
It’s 2 p.m. in the fitness center —
Empty as a beggar’s cup on Soi Langsuan.
The rat race continues in the tall buildings that encroach the green.
The winners are scheduled to show up at six.
OK, maybe seven.
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Elevator Connection I
Elevator Connection I
In the elevator, alone
On Friday the 13th.
My doc just told me
I might have cancer.
Took a biopsy.
Will know in two weeks.
I’m thinking I’m a dead man.
I’m starting to close the books.
An 85 year old man enters the elevator.
I’m encased in reflecting on my impending death,
Wondering how it will unfold.
The elevator stops.
The doors open.
The old man starts to go out — then stops,
Turns around, looks me square in the eyes,
And says,
“And don’t you believe any of that Friday the 13th crap either!”
The door closes.
Thanks Guardian Angel, I needed that.
Why are you always there for me?
Killing a Day / Time is Not Money
Killing a Day / Time is Not Money
Sleep in the morning like a kid
Who doesn’t want to get up
and go to school.
Check email like a postal clerk
On valium.
Surf the web like a slacker from Austin.
Read the news like a lazy station master.
Check the markets like a big city bookie.
Workout like Arnold’s forgotten cousin.
Do some yoga like you’re Swami Muktananda’s pet worm.
Get something to eat at a sidewalk vendor who thinks he’s a 5 star chef.
Write like you have invaded Walt Whitman’s soul.
Have your aperitif like you are the former governor of Agadir.
Decide who you are going to dine with like you’re a movie director casting an adventure film.
Watch a movie like Siskel and Ebert.
Shoot the shit like the Car Talk brothers.
Go to bed like you are Bob Guccione.
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