Here comes tomorrow
night
yesterday was the day before the one before that
and boy it was fun!
No time like the present
to sing cheers for joy
at nothing sacred
nothing holy
“All aboard”
said John.
Conductor John he was known as.
“Where we going boss”
she wondered
he never said
ignoring her feelings
and what she was about
“Come on
give a hint”
was what he recalled
No one traveled with them anymore
Solo Suzuki
was all he could say
Like a sole sushi on a piece of rice
alone on a plate
passersby could wonder
if it was the last piece left
or if it was the one piece ordered
by a man wanting to taste
or a poor man
rich in ideas
who could afford but one
but who could taste each molecule
and watch the rice
support the fish
draped like a shawl above
like a pillar from beneath.
I wear no shawl,
naked
my legs exposed
to the wind
passersby
see the hair
shiver
and think
(I am sure)
does he or doesn’t he
rich or poor
rich in money
or rich in ideas
poor in life
or thought
Nights come quickly some days
Bang! it is dark
you were looking away
you missed dusk
dusky senses
dusky flavors
dusty rose
but not me
I was there
and saw the sun slink south
under the earth
screaming to the horizon
see you later
I’ll be back
But then the night started in with
I am all there is
there will be no dawn
it is bleak darkness
and don’t you ever forget it
Morning becomes Electra
but last night is the end
of a past chapter
like a different kind of book
a mystery solved and done
a biography, life done
new pages new subjects new styles
like reading sports and then Shakespeare
the same night.
Heck, if that happened
all we could say is
What a night
What a night!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
power of rushing falls
deutsche biker
day in the office
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and This is where the president puts his energy and legal efforts-go after poor old people when your computer screws up!
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and This is where the president puts his energy and legal efforts-go after poor old people when your computer screws up!
WASHINGTON, Sept. 28 — A federal judge on Thursday ordered the Bush administration to halt its effort to collect $50 million from 230,000 Medicare beneficiaries who had received erroneous refunds of premiums paid for prescription drug coverage. He said many of them might qualify for waivers because repayment would cause hardship.
The judge, Henry H. Kennedy Jr. of Federal District Court here, said Dr. Mark B. McClellan, administrator of the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services, must immediately send a notice to every one of the 230,000 beneficiaries, stating that each has a right under federal law to request such waivers.
Federal officials had previously told beneficiaries to return the money by Saturday, Sept. 30. Judge Kennedy said the administration could not enforce that demand unless it first gave beneficiaries an opportunity to seek an exemption.
If a beneficiary requests a waiver, the government cannot try to recoup the money until the secretary of health and human services rules on the request, Judge Kennedy said in issuing a preliminary injunction sought by the plaintiffs. The plaintiffs include the Action Alliance of Senior Citizens, based in Philadelphia, and Gray Panthers, a national organization for older Americans.
Judge Kennedy said that any money already paid to the government “must be immediately returned to the beneficiaries so that they may decide whether to request waiver.”
Peter L. Ashkenaz, a spokesman for the Medicare agency, said government lawyers had not decided whether to appeal the decision. Mr. Ashkenaz said the government would do everything possible to ensure that beneficiaries continued to receive drug coverage “with the least inconvenience possible.”
Mr. Deford said beneficiaries were entitled to notice of their rights because of the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution, which states that no person shall be “deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law.” The administration’s refusal to provide such notice violates the Constitution, as well as the Medicare law and regulations, he said.
The Medicare law says the government shall not recover an overpayment if the beneficiary was without fault and if it would be “against equity and good conscience” for the government to recover the money.
Dr. McClellan has, in effect, acknowledged that the beneficiaries are without fault, saying the mistake occurred because of “an error in Medicare computer systems.”
At the court hearing, lawyers for Dr. McClellan and Michael O. Leavitt, the secretary of health and human services, argued that Medicare beneficiaries had no right to a waiver and therefore no right to be informed that they could fight the demand for repayment.
The erroneous refunds averaged $215 a person, and none exceeded $800, federal officials said.
Beneficiaries “have been unjustly enriched,” Marcus H. Christ Jr., a lawyer from the Department of Health and Human Services, told the court. “Nothing in the Medicare program allows them to keep that money.”
One plaintiff, Lucy C. Loveall of Franklin, Ky., pays for drug coverage by having premiums withheld from her Social Security checks. She received $161.70 from the government, representing a refund for seven months of premiums. Ms. Loveall, 65, said she could not afford to repay the money because she and her husband had total income of $2,214 a month and total monthly expenses of $3,067.
The poorest Medicare beneficiaries do not have to pay premiums for drug coverage. But Mr. Deford said that many of those who did pay premiums had relatively low incomes. About half of beneficiaries have annual incomes less than twice the poverty level, he said. The poverty level is $9,800 for an individual.
headspin dreams
asian might
tomorrow is beginning of today
and even thursday can be tuesday in some
worlds or neighborhoods
I've never been to before
but someone has
thats for sure of course
never underestimate the power of a woman
charming things are they not
love conquers all
so they say
are they right? write
ryte
whrite
come on- whats wrong with that one - white is fine
who is hoooooooo
owls know
they understand things like this
they understand whoooooo's
and whoooooooots
and senses of privacy and whooooooo am i
i mean who we are etc etc etc
if the question never goes away perhaps it becomes time to answer
it
or another
ever get a splinter
ok then you see the logic of my mind
and the evolution of my thoughts
which evolve slower than the earth but surely there is a planet or rock
revolving at dog speed
one year equals 33
slow sweet nice
hey take your time
it's only been a year and a half
or sommin like that
slur to get down get down get down
boogaloo on broad street
because it has to start somewhere and b is better than a if progress is your guide.
nite now to you
and morning to you .
tooooooo.
and even thursday can be tuesday in some
worlds or neighborhoods
I've never been to before
but someone has
thats for sure of course
never underestimate the power of a woman
charming things are they not
love conquers all
so they say
are they right? write
ryte
whrite
come on- whats wrong with that one - white is fine
who is hoooooooo
owls know
they understand things like this
they understand whoooooo's
and whoooooooots
and senses of privacy and whooooooo am i
i mean who we are etc etc etc
if the question never goes away perhaps it becomes time to answer
it
or another
ever get a splinter
ok then you see the logic of my mind
and the evolution of my thoughts
which evolve slower than the earth but surely there is a planet or rock
revolving at dog speed
one year equals 33
slow sweet nice
hey take your time
it's only been a year and a half
or sommin like that
slur to get down get down get down
boogaloo on broad street
because it has to start somewhere and b is better than a if progress is your guide.
nite now to you
and morning to you .
tooooooo.
lets see how the day goes today -
some days go easier than others - thats just life isn't it
Good Morning! Good Morning! Good Morning!
It’s a beautiful day!
Everybody up, up, up and outta bed-
Rise and shine it's reveille time.
OK- now who's still sleeping?
don't you know it's time to move move move
groove groove groove?
Ooops! I better make sure I’m up too.
Hup two, three, four
Hup two, three, four
Hup too, three, four
Hup too, tree, fore
Hey- did someone say golf?
or was that just a tree falling in the forest
that didn't make a sound
because --- heck - you know why
but then again - where are all those people's ears that should have been listening
a Quandary- wouldn't you say
a Quandary
a Quandary
a quandary
Hell - I can say it without making it all big shottie in capital letters and all
after all, it ain't really much of anything when you get right down to it.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
I’ve had mine already -
I suspect the day will turn out delightful
What's for lunch...
delerious
landscape viewscape
uh oh
yanks tigers not lookin so good
as we like to say
yanks tigers not lookin so good
as we like to say
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Haiku:
Yesterday
Yanks 8, tigers 4
Mudville joy
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my early morning on the way to work activity has inspired a song - country western - or so it seems to me - not my usual style - but not my usual early morning activity: hope ya all can imagine a nice melody and harmonies to sing along!
"Parking Here Fella Gonna Cost Ya Big Time"
A lovely morning, just past dawning in the city,
I took my car out for an early morning spin,
Called up my girlfriend on the cell phone using handsfree,
Stopped at the yellows, waived as school guards waved at me.
Thought -it's so nice out- let me bring my girl some breakfast,
I’ll run inside there, grab a coffee- donut too;
Put on my flashers - kept a sharp eye out the window,
I was so happy, coffee flowing, cake for two.
Well then I stepped outside with package smelling nicely,
Holding that little cardboard tray with two cups neat,
When out of nowhere formed the image of a fellow
Flashing some paper, smiling meekly, saying sweet:
“Can’t put a Chevy near the bevy of my meter,
Can’t put your old Dodge at the curb, its just the same,
Can’t park a Honda with a blond-uh at the corner,
I'm writing tickets, that’s the name of my game.
Can’t rest a big Ford with a wood cord near the curbside,
And for a Toyota with a boat – uh it’s the same,
Can’t park a Caddy with your daddy in the back seat
I'm writing tickets son and this one's got your name.”
The coffee flavor dropped a notch or two believe it,
The pastry tasted kinda pasty in my mouth,
The coffee cup seemed slightly hotter in my fingers
I stored the car and went to work heading due south.
So now I’m sitting at my desk and working harder,
And earning money just to pay my ticket soon,
But in my head keep running words I cannot stifle
Those words that floated toward my ear well before noon:
“Can’t put a Chevy near the bevy of my meter,
Can’t put your old Dodge at the curb, its just the same,
Can’t park a Honda with a blond-uh at the corner,
I'm writing tickets, that’s the name of my game.
Can’t rest a big Ford with a wood cord near the curbside,
And for a Toyota with a boat – uh it’s the same,
Can’t park a Caddy with your daddy in the back seat
I'm writing tickets son and this one's got your name.”
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quick note today
not much to say
time is a wasting
and no time to play
wonderful feeling wonderful day
plenty of sunshine heading my way
not much to say
time is a wasting
and no time to play
wonderful feeling wonderful day
plenty of sunshine heading my way
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i'm going to californina in the morning
long before the night is over
but still before dawn
mornng time still
california in my mind
don't ya just hear the raindrops
don't ya just hear the sounds a yes
i'm going to california in my mind
where the hell is everyone?
here i am in fucking NJ
riding down the jersey turnpike
its dark
the ezpass lane is flashing
and i'm on ezpass street
and what the heck is it doing outside
no one nearby is dressed in camouflage but i can see them still
hiding along the steel guard rails
to keep me in line
i see them left and right
and crawling up behind me
slithering bumper guards
positioning themselves closer than before
pushing up against my car
my bumper is scratched now
bent out of shape
by what?- by pressure?- fuck pressure.
Who stands bowed by pressure in a free world?
freedom oh freedom
choices, free will and dishwashing detergent in clear bottles
where the color of the soap can be changed at will
i say change the color of the bottle and leave the soap alone
this is America
we'll sing seventh inning oh beautifuls
hosannas until the yankees score some more runs
and the game is over
the world series heads home
and we can feel jilted by the taxi radio
playing shit but finding no baseball anymore
we're lost
anchorless in a slithering stream
do you trust the mooring? can you grab it with all your might and hold tight
and pull and pull and pull and stay afloat
or is it a drifting sinker in the end
i don't want to hear time will tell
i don't have that kind of time
i'm not a dog remember
tuesday is monday now
closer closer closer
but i need tuesday to slip over now and be tuesday
i need wednesday to be wednesday
and i need thursday to follow after all that arranging
i don't want to change my shoes
and i dont want to move my saddle
from one horse to another to another to another
to another to another to another
to another to another
to my mother to her mother to her mother to her mother before her
and to my father before her
tomorrow is today and coming fast and i have miles to go before i sleep
and it is not yet dawn
the sun also rises
and will the son?
"sleeeeeep"
he hears
"sleeeeeep"
it is the dawn
the sky is dark he wrote as a child
when the dawn was colder
and more shocking
and stranger than it is now
when the sky was green instead of blue
and when innocence and promise were all that lay ahead
things happen when we sleep
let me get more.
long before the night is over
but still before dawn
mornng time still
california in my mind
don't ya just hear the raindrops
don't ya just hear the sounds a yes
i'm going to california in my mind
where the hell is everyone?
here i am in fucking NJ
riding down the jersey turnpike
its dark
the ezpass lane is flashing
and i'm on ezpass street
and what the heck is it doing outside
no one nearby is dressed in camouflage but i can see them still
hiding along the steel guard rails
to keep me in line
i see them left and right
and crawling up behind me
slithering bumper guards
positioning themselves closer than before
pushing up against my car
my bumper is scratched now
bent out of shape
by what?- by pressure?- fuck pressure.
Who stands bowed by pressure in a free world?
freedom oh freedom
choices, free will and dishwashing detergent in clear bottles
where the color of the soap can be changed at will
i say change the color of the bottle and leave the soap alone
this is America
we'll sing seventh inning oh beautifuls
hosannas until the yankees score some more runs
and the game is over
the world series heads home
and we can feel jilted by the taxi radio
playing shit but finding no baseball anymore
we're lost
anchorless in a slithering stream
do you trust the mooring? can you grab it with all your might and hold tight
and pull and pull and pull and stay afloat
or is it a drifting sinker in the end
i don't want to hear time will tell
i don't have that kind of time
i'm not a dog remember
tuesday is monday now
closer closer closer
but i need tuesday to slip over now and be tuesday
i need wednesday to be wednesday
and i need thursday to follow after all that arranging
i don't want to change my shoes
and i dont want to move my saddle
from one horse to another to another to another
to another to another to another
to another to another
to my mother to her mother to her mother to her mother before her
and to my father before her
tomorrow is today and coming fast and i have miles to go before i sleep
and it is not yet dawn
the sun also rises
and will the son?
"sleeeeeep"
he hears
"sleeeeeep"
it is the dawn
the sky is dark he wrote as a child
when the dawn was colder
and more shocking
and stranger than it is now
when the sky was green instead of blue
and when innocence and promise were all that lay ahead
things happen when we sleep
let me get more.
todays a day for celebratin
all the joys we have in store
and all the joys we have today
locked inside in a special way
but we have miles to go
before we sleep
on the joy we dream about and weep
halfway home is not enough
for these old bones are full of fluff
and half a glass is not enough
for these young bones who like it rough
its not the drink that stirs the straw
its rather straw that moves the juice
and makes one feel like
diamond jim
or lucy or steve
or that old friend Kent
the name i said long years ago
that if your baby were called so
he'd grow to be a different child
than Arnold
or bill
or elmer hyde
the sound Kent made on the ear
made a different child i always feared
i didn't know kent or any other
but it was one of my thoughts asunder
when youth
and elbow theories in my head abounded
where lots of fragrant thoughts redounded
so here i am stuck in my groove
with smiles
and such nice times to make smooth
whilst (such a word- like old sliced cheeses
feeling round my bended kneeses)
whilst i deliberate and writhe
within my skin still wanting rye
and having white or seven grain
its good my man - don't get me wrong-
why 14 hundred thousand strong
would stand on toes to get a peek of what it was that I
escheat
but why oh why does rye decry
and call me in my slumbers song
when head on pillow
hugging arms
cozy covers
and wafting charm
elude me or rather elude my thoughts or rather
feelings
those inner wants
i want i want i want i want
Henderson, the searcher , who looked and looked
and looked and looked
and finding what? he ran to mama
not his but someone's
to safety
because there were no answers?
or because the answers were uncomfortable
or because what are we anyway
or because he had not been known as Kent
not been called Kent
from infant days
from growing days
from childhood dreams and bedtime stories
and from morning rises and morning glories
he wasn't for calvary
just infantry or worse
quartermaster corp or maybe a nurse
tomorrow is the first day of my next life
Love,
Bob
all the joys we have in store
and all the joys we have today
locked inside in a special way
but we have miles to go
before we sleep
on the joy we dream about and weep
halfway home is not enough
for these old bones are full of fluff
and half a glass is not enough
for these young bones who like it rough
its not the drink that stirs the straw
its rather straw that moves the juice
and makes one feel like
diamond jim
or lucy or steve
or that old friend Kent
the name i said long years ago
that if your baby were called so
he'd grow to be a different child
than Arnold
or bill
or elmer hyde
the sound Kent made on the ear
made a different child i always feared
i didn't know kent or any other
but it was one of my thoughts asunder
when youth
and elbow theories in my head abounded
where lots of fragrant thoughts redounded
so here i am stuck in my groove
with smiles
and such nice times to make smooth
whilst (such a word- like old sliced cheeses
feeling round my bended kneeses)
whilst i deliberate and writhe
within my skin still wanting rye
and having white or seven grain
its good my man - don't get me wrong-
why 14 hundred thousand strong
would stand on toes to get a peek of what it was that I
escheat
but why oh why does rye decry
and call me in my slumbers song
when head on pillow
hugging arms
cozy covers
and wafting charm
elude me or rather elude my thoughts or rather
feelings
those inner wants
i want i want i want i want
Henderson, the searcher , who looked and looked
and looked and looked
and finding what? he ran to mama
not his but someone's
to safety
because there were no answers?
or because the answers were uncomfortable
or because what are we anyway
or because he had not been known as Kent
not been called Kent
from infant days
from growing days
from childhood dreams and bedtime stories
and from morning rises and morning glories
he wasn't for calvary
just infantry or worse
quartermaster corp or maybe a nurse
tomorrow is the first day of my next life
Love,
Bob
good morning chicklets
smiles abound
rhymes are down
balls are round
and on the ground
smiles are smiling
all around
hugs are plentiful
tigers are making cheeks aglow so nice it
warms the cockles of my heart
as they say
and Beethoven plays tonight
boys firework watchers
delight
time to run not hide
and slippery words
stay locked inside
don't exude
hey I'm a dude
and i better start paying much more attention to snapple covers
I've been following fortune cookie
advice
but gimme snapple (or a baked apple)
or gimme hot times in the old barn tonight
No Fright!
chocolate ice cream
tasty and cold
makes my heart pitter
patter and pant
pants
oh for the love of laundry and fresh clothes
unchain my heart
and let me wash my home
sadly, mold attacks
the machines have returned to my bedroom
the flood waters are receding too slowly from my walls
one day i shall move back in
and have shiny new paint to boot
and new boots to boot too
until then
like Madeleine at the plaza
the family lumbers on in city hotels amidst the cappuccinos
and morning papers
room service
and extra keys
and 4 tv's - one apiece
but the guests must share...
pitiful i say
pitiful
instead i shall hear the philharmonic in the countryside
and float down the Delaware eating toast
and champagne
or snapple covers
on rye
for now-
bye bye.......
You know the tomorrow they say never comes?
It’s here
how? I know you're wondering
how? how did that tomorrow that never comes arrive
like spring weather that's not here yet either
well, tomorrow sneaked its little shit foot in and then blag blah bloooog blug
its here
this is the tomorrow thing you've been waiting for
did I say dreading
our time has come and a time it is to
sing and dance and
eat jelly donuts by the peck
pick a peck of peppers
one at a time and eat the shit out of it too
wouldn't you
and wouldn't you like to be a pepper too
dah da dada
ooom di da da da da
and wouldn't you like to be a pepper too
now I am wondering
just wondering
how it is
how come it is
that
men don’t always know what side their bread is buttered on
why don’t they know it
why is it such a goddamn mystery
shit
I’m angry as hell
and not much going around about it that’s for damn sure
maybe I’ll have a blend shake
you know
papaya juice with raspberry scoundrel and aren'tja juice mixed in good
with sorrybay in lime fitting
oozed all over the top
like I give a shit what order they are going into the blender in
end with prepositions and you will have propositions you can rely on
that’s a fact
fact of life
fact of nature
back to the real facts before digression
anyone still up?
anyone still reading along?
let’s call this entry
digression
total digression from dealing
digression from reality
hey where is that painting I did right after college?
my face it was or someone’s but really mine - aren’t they all really mine
and then I cut out from a plastic bag or saran wrap
some lips and glued it over the ones I painted on that drawing or watercolor
fake smile
plastic smile
I am wearing it right this minute
smiley here!
howdy doo
- did I have red lipstick on underneath that plastic bag back then ?
cause the gloss goes on giddy smooth these days
and I don’t feel I even need the bag
sarenely smooth sara one could say
he gets an internal chuckle over saran serene
sexy aint it
like a low drifting cigarette
clinging to the edge of the lips
hanging downward
like humphrey bogart
and etta james all in one - ( I don’t know if she smokes
I know her name is power-
leave it open - its ok-
don’t have to close every door every time
or every parentheses every rhyme -
see here I am writing in what I shall now delineate as the "dumb folks" style
style where the subtleties of my mind must be explained -
can’t lay there subtle because help I need someone to see what the hell I’m talking about
because I don’t always say it out loud
and I sure as shit don’t always say it out loud to me myself and I
if you know what the hell I mean
by Irene-
run
that’s what I mean
run run run run run
make it stop
because it can’t can it run and then its done
and that was life
the journey itself not the destination
like the beautiful death poem goes
life is a journey and death a destination
and everything in between
a journey of life itself
well that’s sort of calming - perhaps by repetition itself - itself
never finish
never finish quite
ever.
explanation point. period!
new month old themes
i should have bought this piece of art at the sale last night
my kids would have liked it i'm sure
why hello there
and welcome to my resurrection blog
filled with stars and stripes galore pinafore
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