an excellent two days of a seven-day weekend, thwarted

an excellent two days of a seven-day weekend, thwarted
from my own desire, none of my own undoing
with flexibility and plan "b" trappings
Funk and Wagnalls takes a radical turn right
after entering the Bashi Channel
not radical enough to spare my plans for Taipei
or avoid high speed rail cancellation 
no Frankenstein browsing in Ding-Hao 
or harmonica poetry performance at Red Room 
or peoples' environmental climate march
because of the changed environment

it will be bags of ramen noodles for us
with little flavor packs of tasty gutter oil
and endless loops of typhoon trajectory on TV
to keep the palm trees on the patio
tied to the stakes around the ledge

bring in the brawny beach chair projectile
and warm the chair cushion in front of Nala
Nala who lies comfortably between keyboard and monitor
as, from this bench, i bid farewell to the last Han River egret
that cackles a coughing whoop
and catches a cacophony of breezes
before it rains off to its shelter
when the torrents outside of lashing winds  never end
bending banks of thistle in a counter-clockwise clash
ripping bushes of weeds and  trees 
by their desperate dangling limbs

until the sun, washed of smog, reappears o'er the mountains
and a dozen posts have been added to my blogs
do things get picked up, put back, or carried away
on the day after the day
like Scotland Scots, unaware of the terror
who fail to break from England away

9-19-14