at beautiful Fenway

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
there's a ballpark that I heard of
once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow world series banners rule
and the dreams that you dare to dream
really do come true

take me to a great sports state
take me to Massachusetts, USA
but above all please take me out to the ball game...
take me out to the ball game
take me out with the crowd
buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
you can't stop me from coming back
let me root, root, root for the Red Sox
they will win this game
for it's one, two, three strikes you're out
at beautiful Fenway

when you happen to be in Honolulu
do say hi to Alexander Cartwright Jr. in Nuʻuanu
thank you, Sir and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

*****
@SoxNotes Oct 25: "The Red Sox have played 207 games in the last 245 days, including 2 exhibition games against Northeastern University and Boston College (2-0), 32 Grapefruit League games (22-9-1), 162 regular season games (108-54), and 11 postseason games (9-2). They are 141-65-1 (.681) in 2018."

Ode to S.K. and Bangor Maine

Ode to S.K. and Bangor Maine, an excerpt

You had me at Carrie
so many years ago
when I was in junior high and in an advanced English course.
Now at 36 Danny Torrance has a special place in my heart.
There have been the Sox in '04, Vampires, Ring-bolts on a hike, A man-in-black and a Gunslinger.

Chorus: room two one seven
watch out for the purple lady
room two one seven
don't feed the topiary
room two one seven
my roque mallet's ready
time to tackle the demons, tackle the snow
out with the wicked boiler is about to blow
that's right Abra the ghostie people, too
all aboard The Helen Rivington choo-choo

yarn upon yarn

standing there throwing darts
when you couldn't start a fire
crumbling infrastructure of a feeble mind
lies they echo in an abandoned lava tube
dancing circles around 
Spring came early
discovering the carcass left behind
flippant response from the brother
it's chilling really exhale to inhale

eyes opened wide
we said a lot of things that we didn't mean
writing I love you in the non-existent cake
still looking for that lost chapel (Cadlew?)
living is an adventure
one you gave up on
where did the keys come from?
twisted murky oil dancing in water
culprit of the night

his smug response lost in pride
weathered by war
nonsensical hoard of words
reasons why it went unpublished
just trudging along, hustling along
'tis the season
can't be bothered
same blue sky over Texas
as I knit another row

tengo un problema pastel

The one without poetry is unfiltered.


Tengo un problema pastel
a work in progress.

Chorus: tengo un problema pastel
tengo un problema pastel
how do you solve a problema pastel?
how do you say no to pastel?

calories, calories deadly diabetes
oh, sugar what did you do to me?


I'll figure this out later...

Later being 9.7.16

In August I said adieu to pie
which lasted two weeks and then I broke down, broke down
Lemon meringue on a Saturday
Sweet Potato on a Sunday it went with the fried chicken
Coconut custard Monday
Peach Tuesday
Sugar free peach on a Thursday
and Pumpkin
Oh, sweet pumpkin on a Friday in September
right around Labor Day
Pumpkin marked the beginning of Fall
not to mention a slice of red velvet cake and brownies from a church fundraiser
The brownies were justifiable
The rest not so much

Chorus: I don't eat pie like a normal person

Verse 2: I can still taste that meringue
and that memory will have to get my through...
Wha? I can't eat pie until November?
well, that won't last
I have a blueberry pie calling my name
sometime in October
When the Red Sox claim the pennant
I won't hold my breathe, Go Sox
If those Giants swoop in on the Dodgers I'm going to need therapy
or is cherry a more desirable pie for the Red Sox?
Is cranberry pie a thing? When I think of Massachusetts I think of cranberry bogs like in the commercial

warlocks warm tape

warlocks warm tape we believe we turn red
welcome to the jungle, wet sand

21st Century
34, 34, 41, 41, 41 live

californication can't stop

***
What do you want to know? I call it playlist song title poetry.

It was meant

taken you here

'Californication'

Every breaking wave
double the factory of faith
far celestial shore, far from any road
fiesta, oh the fiesta
corn bread, now playing
counting to six - crash into me
crazy, crazy in love
dance with me...dance, dance, dance

Welcome to NY, wet sand
what would you say - whatever you want
where am I? 
where you belong
wildest moments, witchcraft
laira the last stop
learned my lessons, let there be love
let your tears fall
lie to me
light up the sky, lightning bolt
I had a dream, I know you
I put a spell on you
I'm on fire if only if you have to ask
aim Cayucos
by the way, can't stop
pay for what you get be somebody

***
I call it playlist poetry. Some of the song titles can be seen faintly in the photo. There nevertheless, sometimes I add a few words.
I am 10 - 3 in ff and the Pats are 10 - 2. 

drought savvy

lost in data

sand in the seascape

Cape Blanco

Five years ago, before the drought, I would use the hose in the backyard to rinse off after surfing. Simple done. Rinse off outside and then take a shower. I now shower with an assortment of plastic containers to collect water, whilst using non-chemical bath products. The stuff you find at a vegan grocery store. Labeled Au naturel with a leaf image boxed in a recycled byproduct. I collect the water and use it for numerous things around the yard. Lawn ripped out replaced with artificial grass and succulents. Using a campfire shower, solar power heating the recycled bath water, I stand in a large plastic bin on top of my wetsuit while holding my board. I would recycle that water again, but something about the toxic LA ocean killed off my milkweed plant.

Take that drought shaming photos. Next I'll be making my own candles.

***
Wasteful, want full
A sheep in dick clothing
California drought rattlesnakes
late night ghosts observe
mocking you with enthusiastic glee
guffawing nonsense about the weather
one - one - two - one - red - black - go
Creerse la última Coca-Cola en el desierto 
water for the angels 
unspeakable terms of limits memory the key 
that time forgot and life got in the way
I know what your dreams are made of
I planted the nightmare there
sandwiched between a hard place and another hard place
left stranded by a tidal wave
Laying by the pool a couple shades darker
pseudo-tropical tanning fix that won't last
following the bright Fall moon from Kona eastward
eyes fixated on the horizon line, not paying attention to the drive home
too busy playing battlefont to deal with Country Club shenanigans
clock ticking, bells ringing
Three Dog Night, may the music never die.

Cubs fans shake their heads
ask will it even happen?
Will it happen in my lifetime?
Theo will you do it again?

***

This happened and made my day.

In bloom una mas

In bloom una mas
What is a flower to you? 
does it bloom, does it weep?
for a friend who watches from the great beyond
flowers may have not been appropriate for that setting
I think she would have gotten a kick out of that
many admirers now stuck with an unused vase
pass it on to another and hope it brings forth joy

This heat, gellato for breakfast
computerized machine picks my soda of choice
In Italia the writing is on the wall, Qui ignore encore tout du doux jeu de l'amour. (Who does not yet know the sweet game of love)
Labor day looming, time to set it off
a new soundtrack to embrace the weekend
take me back to the boot with you 
on a Vespa, big sunglasses, big updo, death grip of safety
But if I'm going to die I'll die here in Italy
our holiday

In bloom una mas
three simultaneous hurricanes encompassing
hinge with a twist, sparkling water in case
oleander and honeysuckle
Hercules above and Mercury in the west
Cocoa Beach surfer, serious cutback
was he my generations idol or was it Irons?
But, I still knew who you were
(Cosmos) 1315 falls out of orbit
all along the shores of Waikīkī

"Funky Monks"

I was so naive.
I really did think they could put two and two together. So much promise in the Spring. I thought a run in July would right the ship.
I believed.
I'll still believe though the outlook is highly unlikely, at least for this season. 31 games left. 58 - 69 (.457) 13.5 games back. They won today against the White Sox.

I love the Red Sox, even through this.

*****
...There are lyrics in here somewhere
out there.

(last updated 8.28.15)
Summer flood Bessie (dearest)
or Bessie (dearest) don't quit on me now

His team first place in the West
lounge in lux ice cream in the club suite
looking below at the boys of Summer
Australia pictured kicking it with sabbatical yours
lust a few feet away

I'll be coy though I'm writing to impress the master
God please put my name in your saga
Martin threw a wench* in the clockworks 
a malfunctioned mouse
on a mission to secure the right to command

Sending good vibes to RHCP
quintessential song plays in the foreground
last song of the encore, silver in the desert
your aura strikes down my ability to think clearly
pre-witching hour, missing pieces intertwined

Don't overthink it models in the matrix
spot the sturgeon moon as the drums bang away
escape with me
The opening riff of something so pure and beautiful
creative forces bubble the cauldron

Getting away with it, Flea's bees**
this fantasy got real, a Cinderella stands
tears roll for the dearly departed
main man maestro sired triplets
H and B were right about everything

Requests made sinking teeth into the release
hear the song for hours
he solos and brings the house down
bite my lip to mouth your intentions
if only you knew, fast forward to the parts where you show up 

When the world is mad, desired centered
begin your monarchy with me
this name on a sticker has a few more good years
dating prequel remembers recalls
plumerias and a nonchalant stance

Struggling with a surfboard rack on a low rider
blue dress back faced towards you, then I hardly wore anything
swaying, writing in a yellow polka dots notebook
with unlined pages 
stolen coffee, guaranteed kisses, shotgun wedding, eyes wide open

when you know, you know
jump the broom (over the moon) into a bubble vortex
home is where you are and the only place where I want to be
  and he told me to just cry, cry, cry
  and he told me to just be, be, be
  and I believed for the first time

What more can I say about the Sydney Opera House?
we had a good time, spin of the roulette wheel
bad boy smiles, time of my life
Stan Lee September
Trager doctor or not, party with Professor Longhair

I don't want Mr. Tusk south of the border
zen force field, abundance candles
less hexs, more prayers
more love, less pain
microscope seared the truth away

Light up the sky with search lights to guide you here to me
the beacon that whispers, "follow it"
never allowing the cliffs to meet you
Honeymoon postcards
holding hands

Though I don't think you marry the musician
I'll still change my last name
Respectable suitors line up for Captain Lee
he gives his nod of approval
fair winds and calm seas

Unbeknownst if this is a good thing or not
plunge and see terribly shocking
don't want to analyze just want to be
do without the Rory pro con list
Stars Hollow forever and always

But he makes me happy
without a care in the world
now there are five of us to cherish and hold
quick take a picture before it vanishes
I'll always chose you

you make it so the possibility less frightening stronger vicinity
couldn't have asked for a better love
for a better life 
talent lasts forever be mine
wild bangs and eighties mischief

City names a blur 
may he be the Godfather?
Oklahoma before offspring's arrival 
while it snows in Paris, area codes in musical stanzas
follow along on this tightrope, only to look up

* yes, wench
** tied up and twisted the way I want to be...oops, wrong band

"If You Have To Ask"

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