poem about a kitchen: may 6 2012

the kitchen in my new place

is a kitchen for exactly one person

cubpoards counters oven closet

wedged at the correct perpendicular angles sure 

but just shy of being miniature

i’m half-watching/listening

to a rinpoche talk of compassion

part 4 of 14 parts

and he’s funny

and i laugh

but he’s also making me mad

there are two empty vitamin water bottles

one with a cap

one without

and a bowl

and this plastic silverwear thing i got

for 1 u.s. dollar

i’m thinking i’ll use for pens

i hope this will cooperate to be in the order i'd like it to be all linear-progression-like (really is that too much to ask?)

floor plans of an unusual house or unusual floor plans of a house

no attic? no basement? 

murder or attempted murder of a teapot

oh dear

walking along the hills in my favorite frozen lasagna label

one of the nice things about all this new-fangling digitation of technologicos is that you can insert yourself walking along in the smudgy half-heartedly depicted rolling hills of the 'umbrian' landscape which exists on the label of your favorite type of frozen lasagna you have eaten possibly hundreds of packages at this point

these hills are divine but how time required to microwave your contents to lunch-readiness it is quite a scientific marvel but i do not fault you as i know this to be universally frozen-lasagna true

Possibly Dead Person in Ancient Greek Times

Tree, Moon or Sun, Rabbit, Mountains, Clouds, Lake