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Cooking With Clouds
02:41
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what adventures might this midday bring?
leftovers with soup is just the thing
raining rather hard out there today
not that we could go out anyway
onions, sauce, and pasta with some beans
set it and forget it ‘til it steams
then forget for longer so it’s paste
cold and wet, like bad weather would taste
let’s cook some clouds and add the sunlight later
some eggs so underdone I wouldn’t serve without a waiver
we’ll try a tuna bake
potatoes a la steak
your lentil surprise, and surprise! it’s surprisingly good, well, fine, well—
casserole is sounding pretty nice
time to get ambitious with the spice
what goes well with yellow turmeric?
several tablespoons should do the trick
gather round the cans and have a think
for some inspiration have a drink
maybe pour the drink into the can
now you seem like someone with a plan!
let’s cook some clouds and add the sunlight later
the sourdough’s too sour but I think that’s just the flavor
my only prides and joys
my infinite yeastie bois
my several billion lactobacilli and me are happy—
let’s cook some clouds and add the sunlight later
I’ll eat it all myself and I’ll be doing you a favor
I’m struggling to chew
but at least I’m eating with you
and you’re the only dinner guest I need!
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2. |
Traffic on the Twos
04:47
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good morning sweetheart! here’s the traffic on the twos
somewhat congested here on Webster Avenue
a pothole on the carpet where the cat’s asleep
a laundry basket accident has slowed all progress to a creep—
socks tangled up in underwear and sheets
good morning sweetheart, grab your coffee and a brush
we better hurry so we beat the morning rush
up in the trafficopter, looking at the spread
a lot of folks are pulling off on the last exit back to bed—
or detouring to couch cushions instead
some real time road news for your long commute
from cabinet to kitchenette to clogged up laundry chute
a pile-up of dishes that it’s your turn to reroute
from Skycam, that’s the latest, back to you
it’s bumper–bumper on the highway at midday
the lanes converge around the fridge; expect delays!
on every roundabout the counter drink some tea
and every stoplight is a chance to share the latest joke with me
or talk about the people on tv
and after lunch, it’s hardly better, look around
there’s planned repairs on every rug that heads eastbound
the city planner’s started tearing out his hair
everyone’s inching towards their desks but no one’s ever getting there
there’s some kind of construction everywhere
some real time road news for your long commute
commuters might have tried less traveled roads if they're astute
although it makes no difference which worn path you substitute
from Skycam, that’s the latest, back to you
an unexpected visit in the early afternoon
it’s hard to find good parking with the books and cups and spoons
the best part every hour is this mini-honeymoon
see you soon!
some real time road news for your long commute
there's rubbernecking at the dogs outside, they're super cute
we should have started earlier, but that point might be moot
from Skycam, that’s the latest,
from Skycam, that’s the latest,
from Skycam, that’s the latest, back to you
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Donnelly Field
04:06
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the dogs bark low
the frisbees throw
the joggers laugh together like they didn't know
on Donnelly Field
the daffodils
the ring of bells
we're crouched on Megacouch to watch the imbeciles
on Donnelly Field
a window view will do quite well for me and you, my love
if anyone were boo, it would be you, my love
we'll watch the children play
and we'll wish them all away
and we'll hold onto each other one more day
a baseball bat
a red sox hat
a cotton mask has been discarded, trampled flat
on Donnelly field
a blue jay sings
on playground swings
we crack the window to hear some vicarious spring
from Donnelly Field
but inside here it's winter still for me and you, my love
is that a fever, chill—could it be flu, my love?
we're probably ok
but we'll worry anyway
as we try to disinfect the takeaway
we throw our salt
we knock on wood
it's not our fault that the damn weather's gotten good
but you will keep me entertained 'til this is through, my love
if anybody could, it would be you, my love
for dinner we'll have stew
and for breakfast probably too
and we won't pretend we know what we should do
except avoid Donnelly Field
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4. |
Trash Fire
03:18
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piles everywhere, testament to sixty days of waiting
clothes on every chair, shove ‘em to the floor or let them slide
the cobwebs have grown cobwebs and the succulents have died—
but we’re doing fine—
but we’re doing fine!
papers up the wall, like we’re all in CSI-Miami
boxes six-feet tall, almost twice as wide and twice as long
the urge to set it all ablaze is growing pretty strong
but we’re doing fine—
but we’re doing fine!
would that we were better
but we are surely not
if only it were wetter
the apartment floor would rot
and we would sing our songs together
and laugh and drink a lot
lucky as we are—
lucky as we are!
play me Ira Glass and tell me how the world is surely ending
if we do the math, not exactly something we’ll avoid
but you and I are here, and we have not yet been destroyed—
lucky as we are—
lucky as we are!
tear the baggage up, throw around the cardboard confetti,
pyramid the cups like we’re going bowling at first light
for you and I are here, and we have figured out tonight—
lucky as we are—
lucky as we are!
would that we were better
but we are surely not
things fall apart, and every center
it cannot hold its spot
but we can sing our songs together
and laugh and drink a lot—
lucky as we are—
lucky as we are!
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5. |
Bean Home Waltz
02:52
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it’s 5pm Tuesday/Sunday
and morningtime rises the moon
I’ve slept several hours
and wept my accustomed six times
and it isn’t yet noon
my calendar says that it’s April
but maybe it’s already June
it hailed, then got sunny
and people in sports bras went running—
it seems like too soon.
the concept of time
used to be fun;
hard not to miss the fact now that it’s done
clocks seem to glitch
or maybe switch
seconds for minutes, it’s hard to say which
arise, skeletal guardians!
the Age of Man ended outside of your tomb
we’ve set all manner of timers
to organize parts of the room
half-hours for working
twelve minutes for pasta
alarms to remind us to Zoom
the light that trickles through windows
cuts down on the feelings of gloom
and shines on the flowers
that dried out last Friday
but now have reversed into bloom
now the first of Mayvember was covered with snow!
the concept of time
used to be fun;
hard not to miss the fact now that it’s done
clocks seem to glitch
or maybe switch
not quite sure which
second hands twitch
steps seem to hitch
as though a witch
held a dark ritual over Greenwich
arise, skeletal guardians!
come dust off your scabbards come blink towards the sun!
your old bones rattle with secrets
and maybe your era’s begun
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on our left is a fragile display
it dates back to distinctly pre-May
it was found in a pipe;
it’s a clear archetype
they called it a Clorox wipe.
just ahead in the frame on the wall—
it’s the last toilet paper roll
please don’t take pics with flash
it’ll crumble to ash
and we’ve got a finite stash
"Seventeen Jars of Ragu" [glass, with metal lid]
"Masks Made of Old College Band T-shirts" [cotton, thread]
for the room up ahead, please prepare—
it’s the last non-polluted air
do your weeping outside;
the humidity guide
suggests that your eyes be dried
"Home Renovation Mistakes" [drywall, paint with zinc]
"Books Overdue by a Dozen Weeks" [paper, ink]
and our pride, in this gold envelope—
we’ve acquired the last bit of hope
you can look but don’t touch
and it’s desperate to clutch
your heart like you’ve seen too much
"Sketch of a Three-Color Bird" [charcoal, paperboard]
"Dance Performed Badly with Two-year-old" [.mp4]
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7. |
Thoughts & Prayers
03:24
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we’ve done our best and lord knows that was not enough
we’ve lied politely that we’re doing fine
half the time
we thought the senselessness would cause someone to care
about everything that’s happening out there
thoughts & prayers
it’s no surprise we are so callous—
nothing will change, so we try to forget
evil banal isn’t evil with malice
(though it kills as quickly or quicker) and yet,
we’ve lost something that we won’t get back for years
we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas
we’ve stayed inside and watched the empty avenues
as spring crept over Cambridge with a howl
on the prowl
we’ve said we’re sorry and we’ve bargained with our ghosts
the better angels Lincoln said we had
it’s too bad
but now we know we are too callous
and maybe too dumb to deserve to survive
evil banal isn’t evil with malice
but that doesn’t really keep people alive
we’ve lost something that we won’t get back for years
we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas
thoughts & prayers
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8. |
Dear Friend
02:45
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Dear Friend,
I hope this email finds you well
in these bad times it’s hard to tell
and let’s be honest this is hell, so probably not
Dear Friend,
it’s been a while, we should chat
how is your mom/ dog/ husband/cat?
it must be evening where you’re at, so let’s have gin
Dear Friend,
I’m only checking in
in these unprecedented times
to see if you’d like to renew that subscription
Dear Friend,
I know I’m late on editing
I know I’m late on everything
I’m hoping you’ll find it endearing, oh, you don’t
it’s a difficult time in a difficult age
(we’re so grateful for your continued support)
but we need to know which team you’re on
(which team you’re on, which team you’re on)
I know it’s an intense time right now
when so many people are struggling
so I hate to bother you, but I must ask
can you give us $10 by midnight?
Dear Friend,
I’ve only just received your note
it’s so damn lovely that you wrote
I loved the cartoon of the goat that stayed in bed
Dear Friend,
the death cult GOP
is shredding our democracy
and if you care then you must give us more money
Dear Friend,
I’m sorry that I didn’t call,
I’m having trouble with it all
it’s somehow very tiring staring at the wall
but still there is much to be grateful for
(wishing all my best to you and yours)
I hope at least this reassures
(wishing light and love from mine to yours)
all best, and thanks, and cheers, I miss you, friend.
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9. |
Like Bowerbirds
05:08
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buttons and bottle caps, feathers, and spoons
drinking straws laid in a carpet of blue
plastic and tape
ribbon and crepe
gathered like bowerbirds do
twigs all arranged like a crown in the earth
stretching and spreading for all that they’re worth
pointed and neat
circles complete
bowers for bowerbird feet
if I could make
a nest of words
then we could be
like bowerbirds
it’s late, my love
come close the door
we’re safe enough
like bowerbirds
if I could fly, I would know what to do:
pick out the thing that’s the shiniest blue
knowing the glean
of ultramarine
would make this a good home for you
now I’m not sure about so many things
that I’d be sure of if I had the wings
how to be fine
how to freeze time
how to find hope with a string
but I can make
a nest of words
and we can be
like bowerbirds
it’s late, my love
we've locked the door
we’re safe enough
like bowerbirds
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