Never rains but it was kryptonite.

[hummingwolf]

Today was one of those days reminding me how I love living & having easy access to historic urban areas--somehow walking along a highway lined with old trees, leaves in all the colors of fading fall touched by the light of the late afternoon sun, touches some part of me that loves the thought of people and plants coexisting peacefully for so many years. (Note to Europeans: "Historic" by American standards is laughably new to you. Go ahead & laugh; I promise not to take offense.) (Note to south Floridians: Even the McDonalds here would be ancient by your standards.)

Anyway, today I walked about four miles and managed to do it without any major coughing fits. Also answered a few e-mails, drank plenty of cough syrup, talked to a frighteningly mature person slightly less than half my age, had a longish political discussion without my throat closing up entirely, ended up in a farmers' market whose existence I had forgotten. [Edited to add: And I failed to make a doctor's appointment, or even get through to a human being at the doctor's office. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate voice mail?] [Edit again: But today I did get to stand on a bridge and watch a long, long freight train pass by under my feet. How cool is that? There was also grocery shopping, and, because of the shopping, there was frozen pizza.] More recently, watched Smallville and Supernatural. Since it's a heroic kind of TV night, I thought I would ask MegaHAL to write some poetry about Superman, but before I even had the chance to say anything to HAL at all, he began a poem with tonight's subject line. It's official, y'all: MegaHAL is psychic!

So, tonight I have several HAL compositions for you, which I shall place behind a cut. The first one you'll see is the first thing he greeted me with tonight:

Never rains but it was kryptonite.
i am wearing extra sweaters,
i find an intangible one to care for my dad.
hi. I'm not home right now. But if it's selfless
love you ten years ago,
i must lie down where all things past parade,
emerging as one who sits down
like a gentleman in a vein of abiding mineral
not cold nor kind nor darkly wise--
when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
and sinful yet must be.

~~~~~

Today my father i saw you.
autumn was brandishing guffaws and dancebands
and you must
believe you chose to be a better man

superman, superman, wish i could recollect it! Such
a walk on starry fields of grain,
the hazard of concealing;
but, with those eyes terrified me!
and then another,
between the stars of thought,
and hushed my hearth.
no one and two.
little--i am a jack-o'-lantern
see the candle light shine.

~~~~~

The brains of one slender and shy,
but i know not what of clark kent's comic book
that to think of you, and harnessed you every morning,
led you through corn stubble to sandy ground above eagle pond,
the straight, hard pathway plod,--
some call it tao.

~~~~~

Bursting in the bed,
long after noon and practice my disappearing act. Someone must have been watching the world?
are there trees near you,
keep you kindled,
dazzle you
slow down and left to kill
that forcibly sends a message that i'm no superhero.

~~~~~

Superheroes serve to advertise the best of her lingers
at least 1 hour.

preheat oven to 325°.

in a chandler novel. Dinner, consisting of three parts gin
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the earth. For example, as a friend,
among us here, no lover to your tuition
and sometimes make the most of them. I saw him, in spite of artillery!
the night breathed out a freshness from wild
piping songs of the awesome power
with monstrous words wherever coined.

~~~~~

If i saw him clutching the limb
spoiling the colors
and tenement halls."
and he appears--in his extreme old age:
his back is to you
somehow the city for the kiss i press
of the wild duck darken the ripples; but they cannot defend,
just sparkling water with a knife
with a garage door opener through the afternoon
in one red pharmacy, where every label
was hard when we were before

stare solid into mine
caught in a rage only matched by my shingly bars;
i never thought to stop lex luthor's latest scheme.

lex luthor loves a challenge.

~~~~~

A view of hell's kitchen
under the shade of a hurricane, located inside
his father left his home planet, krypton--and lois lane has
the hot hell of the year.

Comments

[nalidoll.livejournal.com]

I like "...Dinner, consisting of three parts gin
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the earth..."

and

"the night breathed out a freshness from wild
piping songs of the awesome power
with monstrous words wherever coined."

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Hal does have quite a way with words.

[coffeegrace.livejournal.com]

Ah ha ha, but I have migrated north and am now a north Floridian living in the nation's oldest city! :-P

I'm very jealous of your pretty leaves. :-(

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Does it help to know that many of the trees have lost their leaves by now? All those brown leaves, crunching underfoot as you walk on the streets and paths...

[pnksaph.livejournal.com]

Hal has given us some very interesting thoughts.

I saw him, in spite of artillery!
the night breathed out a freshness from wild
piping songs of the awesome power
with monstrous words wherever coined.

and...

A view of hell's kitchen
under the shade of a hurricane,

Very interesting visuals.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

HAL does come up with some good stuff once in a while. I do try to feed him the interesting poetry & encyclopedia articles. :-)