I like this.   January 25th was Robert Burns Day. Which meal did you have haggis with: breakfast, lunch, dinner, or midnight snack? Haggis is a savory pudding containing sheep’s pluck (heart, liver and lungs); minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally encased in the animal’s stomach and simmered for approximately three hours. Most modern commercial haggis is prepared in a sausage casing rather than an actual stomach.

Questions of July

There’s a Man Going ‘Round

There’s a man going ’round fixing toilets
He travels from town to town in sun and rain.

Folks ’round here say he does it with love.
Maybe you’ve seen him, friend, maybe you haven’t

in Boston in San Diego and parts of Japan.
The Law in Oklahoma has been expecting riots.

No public facility or gas station is safe, no.
‘Cause where there’s a TOILET SEAT UP he

Commences to sobbing and pounding his breast violently.
Disgusted with the earth he curses heaven.

“Why!” he howls falling prostate on tiled floors.
Then finally finding strength, he reaches up

as if from the grave. Then with hands and lips quivering,
he lays the offending seat down as if born again.

Then finding satisfaction he gets up, dusts himself off,
ambles to a sink to wash his hands. Yes, he is a clean man too.

Then he is off to another town and another sad story.
Who knows why he does it? Maybe it is a sign of the times.

There’s a man going ’round fixing toilets, putting’ the seat down.
It’s such a shame he can’t fix ’em in the Ladies restrooms.

Notes from Last February

Taking Charge

Moon and Star

 

And you and I – a moon

Hope upon hope – reflecting sun

We throng together – reluctantly

Out of view – beyond horizon

We’re so conditioned – behind the world.

When the night be set about askew and the moon be a down billedoux.

And you and I – a star

We live – falling

We die – beautifully

Together – passing

We’re so conditioned – by the world.

When the night when the stars be stewed – merci beucoup.

Men

Dammit, we are only men not gods—
sometimes a can of sardines makes us happy.

We read Steinbeck or Nietzsche with our eyes and think
we can control the entire world around

or at least whiskey.

2012 in review

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600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

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