* (I was going thru boxes last night
and found this silly poem from a
journal written in 1985)
Today I buried my best friend -
my automatic drip coffeemaker.
The one that I would struggle out of bed for
and run to for my morning solace.
Buried amongst broken egg shells, empty milk
cartons and wilted lettuce - it seemed so
undignified a burial, as she, my automatic
drip coffeemaker gave me peace and sanity
in this uncertain and turmoiled world.
Then it dawned on me, that the objects with
which she was laid to rest had given me
nourishment, which is the essence of health,
So I bid a fond farewell to that wonderful lady,
who in her last darkest days spoke to me ever
so helpless - wanting me to put an end to
her misery via pulling her plug.
Draining what little life there was out of her,
I didn't want it to end so soon - my warm and
refreshing friendship never to be forgotten.