Covered in times soot
This old coot don't scoot
As a geezer
I'm quite the wheezer
Not much of a pleaser
An occasional teaser
I think about this
I think about that
Now I wonder
Is the past tense of scoot
Scat
Scooter
Category: blog
May 7 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Lounging lackadaisically
On my perception cloud
Proximity alert triggers
Furtively I reach out
Fingers trace the Objet de Arte
To become my Objet de Desir
Another example of humans humaning.
Just great big bundles of cognitive dissonance.
Paradise in peril?
Let them stew in their own nest.
It's their cauldron now.
Try me a river.
I'll try a river for you.
When no try. No do.
Phrazez that Payzez
People without boundaries
"I'm cold, so you should put on a sweater."
Abby's mom. Ordinary Unhappiness Podcast.
May 6 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
She has taken her light
Into that night
That never will spawn
Another dawn
That one melody
Has become your #elegy
Mourning medley
Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought
Things my Uncle George did with
My Aunty Diluvian
Oh she was special
Deb, the office revolver
Snub nose thirty eights
We'd pull our triggers slowly
On our late night office dates
Icy relations
Best to thaw with a candle
Than a flame thrower
Auntie
Considering how long life has been scuttling around on this heap of magma, lava, smegma, and other solidified forms of said substances: I need to know after which flood do you inquire. So I wrote this tanka instead.
Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought
Things my Uncle George did with
My Auntie Diluvian
From flood plain to astral plane, trying to keep my head above water.
Just like ant
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RDP
May 5 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
afternoon stroll then
cabin repose succumbed to
proffered lily
Resources soiled
Bottled water and canned food
Air will be sold soon
Melancholia
Wafts over me
Scant evidence found
Searching the library
Fills me with
Vellichor
For my long lost
Manticor
I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder
It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world
Rock Steady
I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder
It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world
May 4 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.
the poll for the day
asked, "Do people care about
other's opinions?"
Behaving selcouth
Is so last century lad
Cut straight to uncouth
Hawk Skylark's selcouth
mood made the castle wenches
scramble for cover
Talked with an old friend
About species return to
Our sprawling city
As children there was
Few fauna to be found here
Not forest preserve
Not in our nearby
Neglected river and park
Just pigeons and carp
No longer the case
Deer, bass, and herons. Oh my
In friendly confines
Today on the El
After our talk I saw what
First seemed a pigeon
Perched on train platform
Until I saw the profile
Predator. Beak. Eyes.
Large red brown feathers
Plume and talons on display
Avian hunter
Urban red-tailed hawk
Scanning for her next repast
No pigeon is she
Her conspicuous instance
Went a long way to activating my agency
Ritz Blitz
Putting Up Resistance
Making the world dirtier, meaner, and less safe
With every moment he soils that once prestigious office
Meanwhile
I couldn’t resist posting one of my favorite tunes for this prompt
RDP
May 3 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Living on the fuzzy boundary of could've, should've, and would've.
I'm over my head
Taken the plunge and let go
Awash in living
tabula rasa
rebounding round my noggin
echolalia
peel the onion skin
lay bare layer by layer
hot tears tear my eyes
May 2 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Do I sculpt karma
Or is it in DNA
Raven knows for sure
long blond animal
melody of our motion
to a band she loved
Biscuit the raven
frisky frolic memories
of my long blond muse
my older siblings
by nearly a decade would
taunt without mercy
using a made up slur which
would send me into a tantrum
It's meaning unknown
by all of us, even them
still wounded me deep
then parental discipline
ended their bullying glee
but they scribbled it
all over the basement walls
now etched in my soul
I'm forever an "oottsie"
whatever that may mean
scarred for life you say
perhaps, but I have my doubts
even a made up word
an "oottsie" I may be but
nobody likes a whiner
Out of my past block
I sculpt a possible me
Oh what shall I be
As the closing act on a sea
Of floating possibilities
Passion tsunami opportunities
When me and you were a we
Waning hormonal machinations
Eleventh hour oscillations
Karma brought us together
In the nick of time
Just under the wire
Our epic encores set us free
A Scroll Threw Life 