Under Blues Skies III

A system that sows 
A grapes of graft vineyard will
Be choked by it's vines

My telomeres are tired and my cellular membrane just ain’t as thick as it used to be. What once upon a time would set my cellular messenger RNA ablaze, scorching my mitochondria; now at best only kindles #aglow within my nucleolus.


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Refreshing #awareness in
my myopia

A: A polite way of describing, “I got mine Jack, keep your hands off of my stack.”

Q: “What is business #acumen ?”


I achieved peak self #astuteness with the realization that I couldn't monetize the lifeboat concession on the Titanic. 

Some people are wired that way.

Others are not.

My tipping point after greeting one of life's many icebergs.

Too soon?

Ended with loathing 
Ignited with blazing lust
Never #amity

sure, infinity 
and beyond equations
are all well and good
but my struggle
is ciphering
an #affinity for now

Haven’t the Foggiest



No clue
Hey me too
But don't be blue
Join the crew

Haven't the foggiest
When we're the groggiest
Making life the shoddiest
Like a well meaning hobbyist


But

I know
What I know
Until I know
Something different


Do share
If you think you
Know different


Even seeming indifferent
More likely ambivalent
But I remain diffident


Spanning irreverent
To the irrelevant
Like the room elephant

The word(s) for today is(are) No Clue! We humans like to “know” things and to be right. I’m the first to agree, well, maybe not the first, that uncertainty is uncomfortable. I don’t even have a clue about the temperature outside. My phone says one thing, my actual thermometer says another thing, and the national […]

RDP Friday! No Clue!