• a poem in ‘b’ ~ or ~ am i right? •

First off, this don’t scan,
so get used to it.
But, listen up.
You’ll be glad you did.
Capisce?
One of the very important things I learned,
from my time living in Brooklyn,
(New York – in case you’re from Mars…)
(hold for applause)
is that…and, I wouldn’t lie to you,
let me tell you,
is that…and I noticed this right away
(I’d have had to be blind,
and, bat-shit crazy, not to,
am I right?)…
is that…and, again,
this is very important,
so pay attention,
and please make a note of it…
is that…by the time somebody…
and it could be anybody (honestly),
a family member,
the local priest, who could say?
a random guy on the IRT…
Wait, where was I?
Oh, yeah…what I learned,
is that,
is that,
by the time somebody
gets around to calling you,
a ‘rat fuck’,
it’s probably already too late to leave.
(I was going to say, ‘leave with dignity’,
but, who am I kiddin’.
Am I right?!! Am I right?!!
Are you kiddin’ me?
Please.)
~ Tim Burchfield
12/11/17

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• this mouth •

Would you, pretty please,
stop telling me, to,
“Smile, for the camera!”?
Look at these lips.
Do they not,
have the look,
of, two, “stretched”,
rubber bands?
Look at this mouth.
Is this not,
a Celtic mouth,
if you’ve ever seen,
such a thing?
Trust me, madame, when I say, that
this mouth,
was made
for grimacing.
~ Tim Burchfield
12/8/17

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• ain’t that history something •

Turns out, (the First)
Queen Elizabeth,
Sovereign of the Seven Seas,
and of all of Britannia to be,
‘went commando’
(and, that’s a fact),
under all of that exquisite
Elizabethan finery.
“Did I hear that right?”
I heard myself say,
recollecting.
“Well, alright, then.
Imagine that.
Ain’t that history something!”
~ Tim Burchfield
11/21/17

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• vcr day •

I’m looking at a stack of movies.(Whup, I’ve been “organizing” again… does it never END?)
I’m thinking about a VCR day.
Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Notting Hill. Can you believe it? (I’ve, finally, I think, pretty much gotten over my aversion to what’s-his-name; I hear Julia Roberts gets (got) good reviews, but I’ll be the judge of that. (My mom had a thing about ‘her mouth’. I couldn’t see it, “What, ma, it’s UPSIDE DOWN??!!” I’d speculate.
What she’d say, I couldn’t make out, something about a horse, I think…but I digress.)
Oh, man. Frantic. Paris, France, International Intrigue. Harrison Ford and Betty Something…I met her, once, at an elevator landing. It was on the fritz. The elevator. You know, for a little woman, she could make a big sound. Still, though, thoroughly nice, to the core, to be sure, and neat as a pin, and, “Oh, my,” (as my Gran used to say,) “She’s no bigger ’round, than a MINUTE!!”
BUCKLEY. Betty. SEE!!?
I knew I’d get it, eventually. (Not exactly one for the quick comeback. I shall be the first to admit it. Insult me at midnight, and I shall have devised such a Retort of Devastation that you’d just better be glad that I didn’t come up with it ’till three, when you, like most sane folk, are somewhere safe, neatly tucked in bed, and sound asleep. But, I digress.)
Wow! I haven’t seen The Mummy since forever. (I wonder if the CGI will ‘hold up’, and, oh, heck, I haven’t been really, really bugged, by what’s-his-name, the fake Tarzan dude, in years. I don’t think I’ll even get nauseated, just looking at him, and that’s before he speaks…as I once may have done. See? That’s progress.
What? Moulin Rouge!!? God, I love, that, what’s-his-name, that Brit, Jim Broadbent, I think (see, I could just look at the box, but such is the ethical aspect of my views on ‘research’, it these days of, “Cause I said so.” Hey, I grew up in (such) days….”Don’t bother me with the FACTS son!” Oh, dear, I’m getting all verklempt, just thinking about it, it’s like Old Home Week.)
I love Broadbent’s voice, and style, and seamless expertise, whew!!
Oh, man. Casablanca…forgive me, I think I may have got a little light-headed, there.
Where was I, oh, yes.
How I used to adore a VCR.
And, as to movies, and whot-not, I’ve got too many to count. How I’ve loved them, over the years. I’ve been away, too long, I feel.
So, why not, maybe…renew an old love affair?
But then (this may need a re-think), there’s…what’s-his-name…
~ Tim Burchfield
11/12/17

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• it’s hard to remain angry in a zen household •

My ‘get up and go’,
has apparently absented the building,
leaving no forwarding address,
and has taken the dogs,
most of my collectibles,
and what remained
of my ‘speaking’ relatives, with,
and I’m not sure I don’t
feel the better for it.
Damned ‘get up and go’,
who needs anything
so ambulatory anywhoo!
Not me, and that’s for sure!!
If I never see it’s delicate,
fleet-footed ferret face
again, it will be too soon!!
(I would slam a door, here, but,
I have installed all ‘pocket doors’,
in my comely abode,
so I’ll just quietly slide this one
until it slides snugly into its
snug little ‘pocket door’
‘landing pad’.
Sorry.)
~ Tim Burchfield
10/6/17

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• imagine a world of ‘good listeners’ •

(Would it really be all that much better?)
My parents didn’t think so,
and I think they were right.
We, too, have an important job to do.
‘Ignorers’ of the world, unite!
~ Tim Burchfield
9/19/17

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• experimental archeology •

Friend, ‘Fitz’ told me
the ‘oil’ of the husk
of the black walnut (nut)
makes a very good (wood) stain.
This is my attempt
at extracting the ‘black gold’
with
(no, not ‘Nerds running wild!’)
curiosity-driven,
sensible,
austere,
‘experimental archeology’.
~ Tim Burchfield
9/1/17

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