Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....


Out for Chinese

The weekend.
Three days of it,
leisure bursting floodgates,
the charm of it all,
Friday morning is awash,
as if surf rolled in,
causing paralysis,
gasping for breath,
musings blossom of
their own inertia,
motion comes with
afterthoughts about coffee,
the shower, the desire
to know what's new
with the world
drifting through the space-
time continuum carrying
me shuffling to the
computer keyboard,
existence is sitting
punching keys with
butter fingers keeping up
with developments,
connected with facts and
factoids. The massacre
at Fort Pillow?
What was that all about?
Things pop up,
Education is constant
as diatoms creating sediment,
and so good in our day.
It's close to lunch time.
Click on a little more news
about Kiev now Kiiv,
a little more victory
for the Ukrainian bastards,
What's the plan?
I could go fishing,
make a real stab at
getting that big bass,
we have such luxuries,
not living in Gaza,
and a little closer
to World War III.
Fishing? Naw, too late,
Tomorrow morning,
It will be the mission,
Now what? What?
I have choices
like Putin.
Mow the lawn, then
something that will make
a difference like
making a pass at the
stacked clerk at Walgreens?
But, she's too much
of a battle ax with
all that make up,
piled on like
frosting on a cake.
Time to eat.
I think
I'll go out
for Chinese and get
my broccoli.













Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2014-08-11 at 03:11

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I like Chinese food, but can't stand broccoli. Very clever and, as always, well composed.
2014-08-12



How very clever! I love the way you have put together a lazy vacation with events going on throughout the world. A very smart poem. Of course, at the end, it's too late to do anything, and the world cannot be fixed, so, going out for Chinese is perfect. I like it. :-)
2014-08-11