the anatomy
of an anomaly chops
reality norms
to tiny pieces spread out
on life's charcuterie board
Anatomy
Category: Today’sRiff
Quick Draw
It has been
My experience
When the people
That own the straws
Make us all
Draw straws
Everybody draws
The short straw
Except for them
That will be the way
Until the final straw
Is drawn.
SoCS
Digital Dilettante
🎶
I'm called Little Dilettante
Dear Digital Dilettante
Though I could never tell why
But still I'm so dilatory
In social media purgatory
Stream of consciousness blogger am I
I've haikus for Mondays
And tankas for Tuesdays
From prompts kind people provide
I post them in mornings
To shake up my wake up
Then on with my daily survive
🎶
RDP
Bacchanal
For her “Can You Tell a Story In…” prompt today, Esther Chilton has challenged us to tell a 40-word story using the words curl, potion, robin, unicycle, and bombast.
With reckless bombast, Robin rides a motorized unicycle. Crashing into a bowl to join a birdie bathing bacchanal, which Robin hadn’t been invited to. A party where illicit potions were being served that would curl their little dirty birdy feet.
Horseshoe
Taken from where the missile base once was but is now a bird sanctuary🐦⬛
Montrose trolley bus
Before the sun rises up
Fish off the jetty
Not any jetty
This was the Montrose horseshoe
Near the Nike base
Caught so many perch
Also some hefty salmon
But most times caught zip
RDP
Wanna Bet
The difference between
winners and losers. Winners
know how to palm cards
RDP
Urban Hiking
My favorite place is nowhere and everywhere. Simultuneously. From an early age walking out my front door into the night. No destination. No goal. Deciding which way to go for a stroll around my neighborhood. Then the whole city at large. City streets lit first by dim street lights. Then by mercury vapor lamps. Eventually they even lit the alleyways. Shame , because alley’s had the best shadows. You could really tell a neighborhood by its alley. Just down the alley from home there was a cement and broken glass garden with windmills and bridges and houses and walls along the black cinder alleyway. A well kept garden. Cement and glass carefully smoothed. I had to go back there in the daytime just to take in the full wonder and be sure it was not a midnight phantasm. It was there. The glorious miles I covered as I branched out. The hours filled in silent reverie exploring the streets and alleys of my urban habitat. People sitting on their porches on hot summer nights. Some sleeping there too. I would quietly wander. No mischief. No malintent. Just Urban Hiking. Even through snow storms I’d hike on. These days it’s day hiking. Different insights. Shorter durations and milage. Grateful to be able to enjoy my nowheres and everywheres again after decades of that pleasure was taken away with every other step. I breathe in inspiration and breathe out expiration on my strolls through a wonderland that holds both urban, lake, and bucolic residential views whenever I can. Because I am the luckiest man in the world
SoCS
Scooter
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
RDP
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
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
A Scroll Threw Life 