Uncertain

19 May 2013

Uncertain of my grasp

I reach, I touch.

With shaky steps

I move

To where I plan,

Where I've decided that I’ll find

My breakfast and my friends

Avoiding death

For yet another day.

Bach

Dear Jenny,

 

I am listening to Bach (on the computer) and I have  never enjoyed Bach more. That is because one hour ago I tried to get this program and I couldn't. So I thought maybe, maybe a connection was disrupted (unintentionally of course) when we disconnected the Laser Printer.

 

It took me about 3/4 hour to fiddle, to search, to plug and to unplug ...

but suddenly I found a male and a female socket unconnected (if you know what I  mean), connected them, restarted Bach, and he blared forth as if he had known all the time what the trouble was.

 

Bach is still playing and the UPC and I are friends again.

 

Love

John

Phone

11 May 2013

Phone

I have become as suits a man

Approaching his centennial year

A servant to my mobile phone

Securely attached to me.

It dangles loosely from my belt

Or in my pocket sends vibrations

Alerting me that someone would

Engage me in a conversation.

Let me not denigrate its use.

It makes you speak – you’re not alone.

For these two reasons I propose

That I be buried with my phone.