May the 4th
(hopefully)
Lead to May the 5th
(hoo-ray/hoo-ray
for
the 5th of May
Chicken fat canning
begins
today)
This is the 2nd
{Second}
04 o’ May
In the Pandemic
And though I’m no Jabba-the-Hutt
I have been
Jabbed.
So
Put that in your lightsaber
And flash it.
And may the herd immunity
Gallop (well) forth
Like a maddened herd
Of Jar Jar Binks
Sweeping everyone
In its way.
~ DE BA. UE
There was a fire from which , as a baby,, I fled into the night. I was told about this, much much later. The house still stands.
There was a fire and the house burned down in the night. I had moved from the house years before. I watched the fire trucks.
A gang of teen-agers watched my mother undressing through her bedroom window on Halloween. My father went out to confront them, armed with a cane. I accompanied him. They dispersed quickly with a few taunts. The house still stands.
In the boarding house where I lived, a man became more unhinged than usual and smashed and trashed everything in his room. He believed he was on a mission from Jesus, and claimed he had the stigmata to prove it. He did not return. The house has been torn down.
I lived over a laundromat, one floor above the flat of the owner, and her elderly mother. There was an ornate bench in the landing where no one was ever to sit. I was reminded of this weekly. The house is now a parking garage.
There was a midnight fire in the apartment house where i lived. Smoke filled the building and obscured everything.I was a minute away from death when I felt the mailboxes at the bottom of the stairwell. I then knew where I was and made a run straight ahead. I was greeted by flashing lights and firetrucks. The house was restored and still has apartments
I spent the rest of my university life in Residence. Lots of experiences (midnight half-price delivered pizza being a favourite). The building still stands.
I then moved to a house built before the country was formed. Loved the apartment at first sight. Lived there twenty-six years. Huge back yard (the flower gardens won prizes). Mind you, a taxi driver was murdered in that back yard. Cozy, comfy, generally quiet.But standards slipped. A police raid next door to catch a thief (he went to jail for seven years). Another police raid next door to stop a blaring party (that fellow went on to murder a lover, Claimed self-defence although the lover was stabbed a dozen times while asleep). And then smokers the floor below smoked while in bed. My apartment had only smoke damage, but the house was beyond financial repair. It is now gone.
Try this recipe for Potato and Egg Frico (with Asiago Cheese) from PBS Food.
I have often wondered
Well –
Not that often
If the Ghost
In a bed sheet
Has not been misinterpreted
And is, instead,
Wearing seven veils.
And the Ghost
Disappears
As the Ghost
Commences,
And continues,
And continues,
Some more,
And eventually
Concludes
The Dance
Of The Seven Veils.
And eventually
Reveals everything
By
Revealing
Nothing.
~ DE BA. UE
This Spring Risotto recipe features asparagus, onions, spinach, and Parmesan-Reggiano. Get the recipe at PBS Food.
Source: Spring Risotto
Let us contemplate
The EARTH we walk upon
For a day,
And a lifetime.
And hope that
That lifetime
Will be ours
And not the EARTH.
For the EARTH
After centuries,
And millennia,
And the speck
From which it sprang,,
Whether through Genesis,
Or the Big BANG,
(Both of which are
eerily similar)
Is
– let’s face it –
Getting pissed off!
From the molten lava
Heaving into the heavens,
To the storms at sea
And one on EARTH.
All giving us
Fair warning
Of
Just who
Is in charge.
He was heaving in the wind and rain
Of the sea, around him.
Voices,
That rattled
Over the wash of the sea
And the rise of the wind,
Frantic voices
Terrified and pleading:
“Save our souls,
“God, in heaven
“Save us.”
Lifeboats were pitching in the waves,
And bodies,
Many of them already face down,
Were kept afloat by their life preservers,
Some corpses
Butted against the sides
Of the lifeboats
That were jumbled together
In the surrounding sea.
~ DE BA. UE
The EX police officer
Of the law
Is writing furiously
Like a crazy man.
Yellow pads
Are being filled
Page after page,
Minute after minute
Second after second
Witness after witness
Word after crazy word.
Now
What is he writing?
“Thou shall not kill”
100 x times
500 x times
1,000,000 x times,
Or
Is he writing
“It wasn’t 9 minutes
& 29 seconds”.
Or more
or less.
Because he doesn’t quite remember.
Or maybe
He’s trying to come up
With that perfect 1irst line
For all those dates
He’s goint to be
Invited on
In prison.
~ DE BA UE
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