For Love of My Pet, Betsy
by Robert M. Katzman © April 30, 2012 (my 62nd birthday)
Long ago
Her thin back
to the wide murky
Fast-flowing
Mississippi River
*
Her long
White-blond hair
Tousled like
Autumn Hay
In the cold river’s wind
by Robert M. Katzman © April 30, 2012 (my 62nd birthday)
Long ago
Her thin back
to the wide murky
Fast-flowing
Mississippi River
*
Her long
White-blond hair
Tousled like
Autumn Hay
In the cold river’s wind
© January 22, 2012
To know a rabbit
Requires
Paying attention
to
Silence
*
I call
My rabbit:
Rabbit
To date
Rabbit
Has expressed
No other preference
*
When Rabbit is hungry
He looks at me
When Rabbit is frightened
He looks at me
When my Rabbit is happy to see me
He looks at me
*
Rabbit’s
Opaque
Shining black eyes
Expect me to understand
*
The consequences
of my
Misunderstanding
are
Permanent
*
Dry Timothy grass
Leafy Romaine lettuce
Raw whole carrots
and
Curious little pellets
Make up
Rabbit’s buffet
*
I line
Rabbit’s cage
With
Recycled
New York Times
Pages
Hoping to raise our
Relationship
To a
Higher plane
But Rabbit’s
Response
Has been disturbing
Posted on August 11, 2011
“So, Miss, I want to make Payment Arrangements”
There will be a late fee, Sir
But I’m already having trouble paying you
Sorry, Sir, but that’s the rules, Sir
I tried to call 611 to get you, but this message wouldn’t let me
Wait a minute, Sir, I’ll check on that
(pause)
Oh, that’s an automatic upgrade!
What for?
Well, you qualify for a new and better phone…
But I don’t want one
I don’t know how to use the one I already have
Oh, but Sir, you’ll be able to connect directly with the internet!
(pause)
Excuse me, Miss–but, what’s your name?
(pause)
SIX-LEGGED OBSESSION!!!
THE FLY AND I SEE EYE-TO-EYEÂ September 30, 2007
My original newsstand, from August 1965 on was 4 feet x 4 feet, built from rough, stolen, construction-site exterior plywood sheeting, was about 6 feet high, with a roof that projected out from the front of it about 4 more feet, at an angle making the far edge of the overhanging roof higher off the sidewalk by about one foot than the back of the tiny newsstand, where it was secured by many nails. It was meant to shield us from the powerful sunlight that turned our ‘hot-off-the-presses’ newspapers yellow and our skin red ( pale Rick) and brown ( olive Bob), and also from sudden rain squalls that would otherwise drench our small stacks of newspapers.
Its color was a kind of checkerboard white and green, really ugly, but they were the only two cans of paint I could find in my mother’s garage. On the sides of the stand, where it was white, I painted “B & R Newsstand”. I was very proud of our little enterprise and its name. Rick, less so.