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Better Than Real Because It's Not.


Tuesday July 10th 2012, 2:00 am

(Dec 31) The end of 2011. I will not miss it. If the year had a theme, it was the treachery of the NYLUG coup, and that I moved again, and that I’ve had a car under my feet instead of the pavement. That last one’s been taking some getting used to still.

d is for ...
Dreary

and ...
Dark

and ...
Down

and done.
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Monday July 09th 2012, 2:03 am

(Dec 14) The Port Jefferson Dickens Festival was afoot. Those who wanted to look good went to see Nan for costumes.

masonic lodge
December around here, starts with the Dickens Festival.

pete
This tour, by automobile.

east main street
“Dickens Alley”

father christmas
What are those adults asking for for Christmas? Mortage payments?

victorians
Carolers

huh?
The tax collector’s office, now the Long Island Music Hall of Fame

pointy
The wheels of pain

there's a lot of wood
In among the logs…

berries
Many things grow

it's a woodland critter
fungus

just not the kind that run around
of which there’s more than one among us

pre-boards
To Pete, this is called inventory.



Saturday June 30th 2012, 11:43 pm

(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.

blue yeti
At one corner of my desk

crystal
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?

wreathes o' electric
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival

through the lookingthrough glass
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life

won't buy again
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.

thanksgiving oven
My gesture toward the holiday.

it's coming right at you!
Port Jefferson Village

strange things have been afoot at casa george
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.



Friday June 29th 2012, 1:08 am

(Nov 7) Part Two of the Bubble Experiments. This is the last.

and driving requires focus
Ironically, the car has made my world smaller.

the familiar
This has sent me in search of

the nearby
Things overlooked

what's in front of my face
In my living spaces.

watching bubbles
So here we are

fizzy water
Watching

at a dollar a bottle
The bubbles go by

ephemeral
Springing into being

and then
And then

inevitably
Just as suddenly

running away
Racing to the top

going flat
And bursting out of existence.



Friday June 29th 2012, 12:29 am

(Nov 7) At last, the end of the Bubble Experiments. Two sets. This is the first.

bubbles
In the beginning

how many are there?
there were bubbles

you know how many there are?
and more bubbles

quite the many
it was an effervescent experience.