Channel 9 news has this radar app for I
pad. it fast forwards through the past
Course there’s a button for the future.
It varies from day today but sometimes.
I can’t bear one button or the other.
Oh I have wished for such a button for the self.
I wonder which button I would fear the most?
Fall does this to me.
Makes the past come rushing across my vision.
Wondering how the vision will play out.
Must be a leftover college thing.
I sort of feel like I want to take a learning annex class
The Past-Graduate Level 561
A Comprehensive Historical Review of all errors and strategy covering five decades.
The Guessing Your Fortune and Weight- Level 321
How to stay out of trouble and be very rich.
Living in the Present 101 and 102
Just relax and wait for it. (I’ve already taken this and failed both sections)
News at 9.
In a summer of ongoing garden tragedies
Late frost, hail, cold, wind, floods, more hail,
powdery mildew, tomato wilt, blight
I’d given up mostly
Only to wake up one morning
To find my tiny pumpkin plants
Had become a backyard entity
Threatening to grow over the fence
Into the garage
Across the drive
And I dreamed of dozens
Of perfectly shaped
Rounded orange pumpkins
I couldn’t see the pumpkins for the leaves
For I had confidence
In the hyperactive bees
Filling mornings with
A hum resounding off
The new garden gate,
Along the trellis
Dorrell made for me
Then I saw this
My disappointment without bounds
And I hosed down the angry bees
Trapped new blossoms in plastic bags
To pollinate them myself
But nature will have her way
Beauty remains a perspective
We love that which is imperfect
That which we have fought the hardest for
Still I dream
Of just one
Round, reddish Orange
Fall jack o lantern
I finally figured out how to cheat the system.
Pocket Fishdom and Raising Horses.
through a stifling night
I’ve played them
Until I developed a case of
iPad stiff neck,
i, eye strain.
letters smudge into double, then
Waiting for the fish to hatch, then grow, then sell.
horses are always needing more grain
requiring frequent trips to vets and farriers
Eating away at rich reserves
There’s never enough money
In Fishdom or Horses
fish constantly need more seaweed to produce coins
horses tire faster between races,
But I can fool the processor
Into giving me more scratch.
By tipping date and time settings
Forward a day, then another
Sort of like daylight savings time
Gold spills. Untouchable.
Along the screen.
It becomes less and less like fun
And reminds me more of work,
When days blur
Staring at green MSDOS computer screens
Trying to crunch numbers into a livable salary
Highway commutes muddy into
Annual performance evaluations
Finally, gritty details of duty
Bog down prospects of buoyancy
In Fool’s Paradise.
Odd how a game reflects life so accurately
So accurate it is
That I can’t even enjoy
The fantail African Butterfly
Nor the dappled Grey
I named IshudnobettahBynow
My bank busted
night passes at an agonizing pace
Sifting thru perception versus reality.
my settings, casually laughing, read
Where did the time go?