Adrift in a maze
Color chaos confusion
Sensation overload
Input puerile diffusion
Perception palpation
Dewey Decimal suffusion
Helping to decrease the daze
Yet never ceasing to amaze
Puerile Diffusion
Tag: RagtagDailyPrompt
Hoi Polloi
Fond memories of past Easter celebrations with my family, grandma, aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbors. Entertained in the palatial family home that was built by my carpenter grandpa, who had long passed away by the time of my debut on the family stage. Guests greeted in the foyer which emptied into the parlour, which led to the dining room.
All very posh sounding. The foyer barely big enough to hold a freestanding coat rack which could hold four coats with proper weight distribution. If the front door was open…fugetaboutit. The parlour held a red sofa and two big mismatched chairs. One green. One brown. A round picture tube television in dark brown hard wood cabinet took up the rest of the available footprint. The dining room was packed with a floor standing radio with equally impressive wood cabinetry and a sewing machine in a cabinet built by my cabinetmaker great grandfather. When the table extension leaves were in; the squeeze around the table was tight for the typical middle age bulk of the era. Everyone packed in. Crowd spillage to TV trays in the parlour Teenagers at the kitchen table post preparation pandamonium. Children my age banished to card tables on the enclosed yet still chilly back porch. Talk about a full house. Oh yes, I forgot the salon, which was really the parlour after the feast concluded with it’s inevitable boisterous political crosstalk. Yikes!
Deluxe middle-class living in 1960 U.S.A. It was all in what you named the rooms. So instead of a front closet, front room, and fancy eating room; we had a foyer, parlour / salon, and dining room. Who could ask for more. That’s not even flaunting the carriage house where my grandmother resided.
Fakin’ It
As a pretender to many things and a product of a misspent youth; Achievement brought to mind a song that I and my garageband friends would play, much to the chagrin of anybody within earshot. Believe me that covered a lot of territory .
Fake it til you make it. A fine mantra. I learned many things playing in that band that served me well in my future achievements. But pretending to be a musician would not continue to be one of those endeavors.
So even covering such quality material, the real achievement was that we all eventually went our own way.
Whistling
Overwrought ambition
Battles fought
Battles won
Battles that need to be refought
Odds on favorite
Powers balanced
Daring unbalance
Until tipping points tipped
Red lines crisscrossing
Mutually assured destruction
Whistling past the symmetry
All my live long days
Off
The
Best feature of the Internet
Is
From contrary contradiction
To
Highly hyperbolic hypocrisy
From
Sophistic soliloquizing
With
Vestigial verbal vertigo
Leaves
My usual Irish goodbye
Closer
Than the nearest door
Just
A power down click away
Panacea Plate
What's for lunch?
A Panacea sandwich
On Pumpernickel
Topped with a creamy
Slice of cheesy Prosecco
Washed down with
A chilled glass of Prosciutto
A gastronomic misadventure
Gourmet sammitch
That will cure everything that ails you
Not Actual Panacea Sandwich
Tanka Your Time
Like the Late Bronze Age
Civilization collapses
Another one will rise
Something new will then happen
Slowly as something different
Duck
One is capable of flight
One knows it can't fly
He took a duck in the face
At two hundred and fifty knots
William Gibson knew that
He didn't warn Fabio
Because his book came out after the fact
But it became a survival mantra nonetheless
Even if that Pattern Recognition just won't fly
Remember to...
Seems like time for a refresher
These days we are not so much free to fly
But must be prepared to...
Feeling more like a sitting...
#YIKES
Choo Choo
🎼 Pardon me boy🎵
🎼 Is that the Catenary Choo Choo🎶
Where does the U come in?
Why they bought a round trip tickets of course. When they get there they do a U turn and come back.
Whatever It Is
As for my thoughts on this matter; I yield the floor to Groucho.
A Scroll Threw Life 