Sitting at a long-forgotten keyboard
Waiting on an ancient vehicle hoard
Wishing my Boy was still aboard
In this cloudy life of mine
Passed just shy of his eighteenth birthday
Couldn't bear to watch him wilt away
Couldn't swallow
Only wallow
Said goodbye
Had to cry
Been a year and a half now
Moved Pepe over to Oahu
No more Boys of 2000 in Alameda
Lost the rhyme again ... duh
Today's news speaks of a "super smog" over a city in China...
The view over the San Francisco Bay cities doesn't seem to be much better these days, thanks in fair part to the ongoing Bay Area Rapid Transit strike that has nearly crippled regular travel across the Bay and around the affected cities and townships.
More busses, more ferries, and above all, more cars idle in gridlock as drivers unaccustomed to weekday travel realize all too late that the lane into which they have dived is not the lane they need. This, of course, goes over like a ton of bricks with those who are eligible to use the Fastrack and carpool lanes but cannot reach them because of those idiots trying to get back into their appropriate lanes... grrr...
Fortunately for me, I've been able to stay on one side of the Bay today, though city traffic is sufficient challenge. I did notice that there was an uncharacteristic number of open spaces at BART parking lots... Imagine that...
Near government buildings, however, there is never enough parking. If you need a government service, you should use mass transit to get there. Mass transit, however, is woefully overloaded and will be for the foreseeable future...
On the other hand, street parking is only $2.00 per hour, compared with the open-air parking lots advertising $4.00/hour. What's to choose? Better yet, upon my third shift of spaces, (don't ask,) I found to my delight that the previous parker had left 1:40:00 in the meter. Yay! for the kindness of strangers.
Finally settled, I stopped to look around and listen. One of my great pleasures in life is to listen and note the sounds around me. They generate their own kind of music. As I watched a young man striding by immersed in the sound of his earbuds, a young lady with head slightly tilted as she strained to hear the voice at the other end of her phone conversation, workers chattering on their way to and from lunch, I heard the deep boom of a cranked up car bass. Then a jack hammer cut in, creating a curiously energizing counter-rhythm. I was fascinated and could not help contrasting it with the memory of a recent morning listening to birds on a wire, sharing their morning gossip in much the same manner as the passing workers.
And somewhere along the way, the sun had broken through the clouds...
Here I sit, wondering what to write
So little time, so much light
Yet my mind remains foggy
As is clear enough to see
While my "o" key is irritatingly sticky
The reason I'm here on this blog site
Is another software update that's left me uptight
As to whether or not all my bookmarks are still working
Or whether lost passwords will put an end to all lurking
My rhythm is gone
My lines vary in length and number
Clearly my mind is still aslumber
Yeah, see what I mean?
I was lazing On my pillow,
Just a regular mellow fellow
When Pudee started thinking loud
Comma, on watch, was suddenly cowed
Up I jumped and trotted out double-time
Ms. Nouna on my heels, caught up by the thyme
By then Pudee was back from the courtyard
Laughing at us, no longer thinking so hard
Just to be safe I did reconnoiter
Now it's my turn to keep an eye on her
Don't want her slipping away in the early morning light
And failing to return despite the fall of night
Every morning she's been here
And I couldn't be happier
Except for the nagging feeling that someday soon
Things are going to get drearier
Grey skies fill my eyes
But I don't care
Cuz Pudee's here
Courtyard's wet
Grass is fresh
Yesterday afternoon the sun came out
Pudee, too, and lifted me up, carried me about
The other Kidz could only watch
And wish that they were so lucky
To be lifted up and carried about
By Pudee makes life much less sucky
That's a lame rhyme and isn't mine
I deny that foregoing line
Rainy days are good for snuggling
Under blankets and in arms
I love rainy days when Pudee's here
With hugging that warms
Pudee's coming,
So I've been told
Don't quite believe it
Not quite sold
Weather's cooling down
It's time to cuddle
Tried the Other
But that's all a muddle
Just gotta hope
What's being said proves true
Otherwise it's not just the weather
That'll be blue
Don't look now; it's been a month again
Don't make promises; next time who knows when?
Stepped outside to brilliant sunlight
Blinded so badly, I clearly took fright
The eyes see clearly but the mind's all fogged
Am I online? Am I properly logged?
Read seven books in twice as many weeks
Wished I could have done more than periodic peeks
But I'll take what I can get any which way
Love that my iPhone lets me read any time of day
Been looking at the Kindle and the eReader too
Enjoy their feel and what they let one do
But maximum portability remains my primary aim
Phone carries movies shows books games all the same
I've got glasses, I can see
When I gotta go, just zippety dee dee
