1. BHHS-63 Boswell Presents February 2018
Precipitation Dance Stipulations
80° t-shirt, shorts and one Bud weather on Steve Webbs
Indian Wells patio,
Fred or Julie puhlease FedEx more snow from your Midwest backyard
so septuagenarian boychick Carter can ski some dry Sierra powder
plus parched California might use it to avoid greater desiccation
At the same time Montecito
Goldie prefers extended gentle drizzles over
dumps since they are still digging out from under 2,000,000 cubic
yards of mud.
Medias finally gone away, left them alone (end of body parts
found on beaches),
but cadaver dogs still search local neighborhoods for two missing
2. Roughly Hewn Lucky 7 Milestones
Stanford with no premed, 5 instead of the regular 4 years
curriculum so I could concentrate on
Summer of Love in San
Francisco, rock n roll, sex, drugs, Vietnam.
No intention attending
graduation, innocents off doing
natural childbirth home
deliveries dancing under Marins diamond sky.
past, Dr. Robot devolving into Evil Corp as CEO/
Chief Medical Officer,
my face is splashed a million
times on the glossy
cover of a national HMOs marketing materials.
real pissed that shes not on it too.
2007 score of
years more, eldest graduates from UCLA Med School
also being honored. I am very proud.
4 years later Dad died
at 99. End 2017, I have not yet begun to recover.
i. Passover, Easter
& ascension of the Prophet occur this April.
infinite luminous light-year plumes, some
of which appear to
gambol monogamous existences close together.
But after a wink or two
of their eyes each seems extinguished, only
to carry on atoneness
with the spirits other invisible ink entries
in its marvelous book
of life above our little blue marble.
heavenly peace, a
peace that surpasses all understanding. serenity in the present moment
after moment after
moment. though my carburetor genetically boogies to joyful, I can be
possessed by the engine
of hypohypomanic-revved non-tranquility. under the influence
of pure ecstasy, every
second slows down to allow basking in blessed bliss.
4. Model Seder?
Give or take 3200 or so years since Passover
and a couple of millennia after Jesus
as a Hebrew, Bubbe and I gather up our
to participate in the 1st
before Jewish day school closes for the
Strange to me, the rabbi opens with a
Grand/parents, please shoot selfies with
holding Haggadahs*, and ends --
unmoved by Arab plights today -- we sing,
so hard they could not stand / Let
my People go.
And in between, West Los Angelians down
free matzohs while the rabbis towhead
when the mics in his hand to answer #1
of the Four
Questions, demonstrates new freedom by
at the cantor, Why cant I eat BLTs
instead of maror**?
His mom exemplifies blond trophy wife
whore more zealous about this stuff
than tough guy
circumcised husbands preoccupied earning
to pay Temple *** tuition where alert
may get higher salaries than replaceable
Soon as the principal dismisses the
then orders doors locked, the scourge of
places her finger on adults to pledge
to an Israel Right Or Wrong gala as
put on game faces bidding against BDS***
* Passover service text **
Bitter herbs signifying slavery before Exodus
*** Boycott Divestment
Sanctions Movement to end occupation of Palestinian territories
5. Sand Dollars Cant Redeem Our Young
The place Daddy loved
before he set,
the place his son moved
to live near a daughter,
the place we celebrated
Shabbat with first grandsons,
the place to have sword
fights and Fourth of July,
the place my wife and I
still consider a home,
the place it is now
hard to walk on the sand,
the place which we
did not sell for top
the place all four
families gather to be together,
the place where the
Pacifics music makes me stable and happy,
the place whose
Saturdays surf gobbled up a good neighbor,
the place this Passover
morning we heard equally bad news from Jerusalem,
the place some
nightfalls Ive begun to feel like the departing sun.
*Also In Memoriam for
Elchanan, a live wire motorcycle spirit, 1992-12April2017