I'Ve Been To Hollywood

POEM- 9/9/2015- I contemplate my mother’s birthday- the day before September 10th- A neighbor visits and I’m distracted discussing her wishes- Who can’t sit still long enough to listen to mine except long enough to hear my whine? I heard it when she had left I was stuck in a little groove, wishing my way out, open to newness Wanting more than I could afford, not patient in planning…well, if they’d leave me alone Cat Stevens, Al says “You gotta be a part of…” Did you hear him? He said to get on-line and seek “a pot of gold” while you’re getting old Mom, are you there? I owe you. I owe everybody I need to scale down and I am overwhelmed— I’m losing and I don’t know when death takes over. Should I throw you out Al, (I’m listening to your music tapes), like I do so well…run-a-way on our hands That’s what someone said Maybe I’m a Doomsday kid and all is really not well In Hollywood, America, Tin-buc-too, and Ru- What do we do with the kangaroo? It is not an elephant in the room. It’s more like a ripple of dew Sliding everything new And, I’m afraid; so what’s new?