trampoline dog
whispers of blindness
trousers that fit
faith with bronze fitting surety
the delight of being delighted in
an automobile that starts up on a cold morning
being alone at a party of dancers
softly played keyboards at a late night pie-anny bar, alone
dolphins cresting in a pack
speedboat love making parked in a quiet spot
lengths of scarlet yarn
fruit trees in the full bloom of late summer
your children having fun
that belly laugh a comedian causes
a slow beer on a fast night
free days with money for lunch
full tanks of gas
writing thank you cards to someone who did well
new white socks and nowhere to go
sitting in a fast Chicago cab darting under the roads
watching your gal flat skunk the Mexicans at their own bar’s foosball machine
quarter after quarter
a broken down bus halfway to La Paz
seeing an orange planet back of the moon at midnight
thick blunts and skinny women on the hunt
walking out of the Confessional with good ideas
not getting what you want and not caring
having no idea who the president even is
being in a school of fish as they go by
long walks on sandy beaches at noontime
getting away from people who don’t care
never having to fish a drunk out of his misery again
masturbating in the grass on Catalina Island and catching poison ivy on your butt
watching George Shearing slide down those keyboards lulling you
holding the audience in rapt attention to your every word
trying and trying and trying but the fish just won’t bite on my bait
letting go of things you thought you loved
seeing the face on a waitress when you give her a tip of ten times the meal’s cost
playing around on the black keys of a keyboard and hearing your own blues
sleeping in on a Wednesday when you’re unemployed anyway
biting into a perfectly ripe pear you picked off the neighbors tree
getting out of the house when the inside is pure insanity
taking the road south from Lake Louise through the barren roads through the Kootenays
watching your kid while swimming in the oh, lim-pick trials with seats on the finish line
having a real tête-à-tête with your grandson who’s a year old and loves to shake your medicine bottles
sitting at low tide in a shallow muddy lake with a bucket scooping up littleneck clams for dinner
just being alive to smell the fresh air at dawn
reading the bible and knowing what it means to your soul
having friends that mean it when they say how you doin’
giving a crate of mangos to little kids who only eat beans and tortillas
listening to the 1967 World Series on a little red transistor radio after school
knowing at fourteen that Nixon was going to be a bad deal
knowing at sixty that all the hullabaloo about politics is so much yellow mustard rotted in the bottle
getting a haircut and a head massage for twenty-five cents
riding alone in the mountains just to get lunch at Idaho Springs
fresh paint in your favorite color
you and your friend finding his dad’s Playboys in a torn box in the garage
listening to Mel Torme scat at a fancy little room with small tables and low light
yea
it goes on
I’ll stop here
joy has energy
joy has surprise
joy has as joy has
– gishi bian
23:49 mst usa
1 joolie 2018
donuts on the beach
with your son
long ago
delight in delight
cleansing tears
quick passing years
suddenly
yea
suddenly everything is a memory
suddenly
fin
Yellow Rose Productions
