Wow, there is no one in our building at all expect me and the three IT people.  Why the fuck do I even show up on days like this?  Who would know if I weren't here?
Saw "Forbidden Kingdom" last night.  Not so good.  Going to see "Harold and Kumar..." tomorrow.  Already have my ticket to see "Iron Man" Thursday night at midnight.  Sweet.  Ha.  I'm still such a nerd.

Oh, and I found out that a book of collected of poetry that was just published - you know, one of those Poetry.com things- has published one of my poems, and put it on the first page.  The interesting thing is that my dad was published in one of their books a couple years ago, and he was also put on the first page.

The poem in question was one I wrote a few years ago.  A friend was driving me to the airport and as we were driving down the 405, I saw a red shopping cart just sitting in the L.A. river.  So I wrote:

Red Cart

A bright summer morn at ten o'clock
is already warm with out-of-school sunshine.
Down the concrete slope
of the manufactured L.A. river,
sits a red shopping cart,
two inches of run-off soaking its motionless wheels.
Empty, it sits in the heat without purpose,
like a discarded Radio Flyer,
no children willing to retrieve it for joyrides through parking lots or
through the shallow water in which it resides.
Even the business for which it was built will never miss it.
It merely waits for a rush of flood water
that will never come,
to wash it away from sight.

ntw 2003
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