Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Desperate to find a house
Away from room mates
Jumped on a sweet little severities house
With a yard and covered area
For my kind and devoted dog
Being able to toss a frisbee
Out the door at four in the morning
Is a beautiful thing

It's Friday
Behind the house
Is the kitchen for assisted living
Today is Friday: it smells like fish
In the morning it smells like bacon
I love it
I am not sure the dog does

The dog wants it!

The gray matter
Of the grandmother
Was filled with cheese
And cracker from one drink at cocktail hour
For forty years

My generation was hugging the loud speakers on l s d
Now : 50% deaf I will get hearing aids in one week
Granny had heard enough
Threw hers away at 91
So much vision she had
Dancing and excercising for 50 years
At y m c a - college of the desert:
She had that hippo campus brain moving
But somehow
System said " over it " check out time
Alzhiemers is sad
Grandma was not in there anymore

Sounds really nice!

But what's a severities house?

70s ok- no stainless steel applicances
Just white , little wooden cabinets
With a covered area where I am be Georgia o keef

Transformation occurs at odd times in the sandy places
Larger than life rocks and shadows
The sky whispers stories of days gone by

Thank you for the poem. Reminded me of this one from Zlatko the Waterman

The Aegis


is a fancy nursing home where
the walls are glass
and the columns are twittered with
rose plaster and goldfinches.
Every room has a window and is a real winner.
Winches, belt-thin, hoist
the ruined flanks to dinner.
A background of Haydn,
a foreground of porcelain bridges and
scooting replaced hips.
This is the finest chandelier light
glancing from Waterford goblets.
What’s in the basement?
More clean.
The bones are in the garden.


9/05

good reads abound from all
while i sit and absorb the
pleasantries of the aftermath.