Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
don't you just hate it
when past becomes now too soon
leaves no future room
I committed too
soon to commitment in a
noncommittal way
Water and feed it
Dark money, fear, and hatred
Now you see what sprouts
What drives a life force
Once on the trail of the snail
All other things pale
it was in the past
when snail sprouts wings to take flight
to future too soon
will spending my life
on the mend send a different
end around the bend
economic mist
what markup to charge thirsty
folks for fresh water
It always seems that
No matter how hard I yearn
Affection is spurned
The difference between
To darn or to mend my socks
Yearn for an answer
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me.
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life
Professional life
Business life
Financial life
Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
When I die your life will pass before my eyes.
🛩Meanwhile, Keep Em Flying 🛩
we were magical
things when held in each others
fierce fiery gaze
We rolled in the mud
Then we rolled in the clover
Fun wash once over
once reached for the stars
now only low hanging fruit
culture warfare fare
divide to conquer current
collapsing constellation
another day to
inflict my predilection
for snark on the world
a sudden bout of
boisterous behavior ends
a long-term friendship
Talking head pungent
Sold this President
Smile indecent
Bought by Pepsodent
Current resident
Not a proper gent
Everywhere he went
His welcome was spent
With loud vile vent
With no precedent
Opinions for rent
For ratings percent
Zero
The numerical expression
Of the answer to the question:
"Can absence be present
And nothingness exist?"
slow strangulation
by misinformation vine
chokes critical thought
redo the doodoo
that you do so well though I'd
prefer a remake
mangy malignant
murder primates manifest
in their own image
malodorous malfeasance
reflects in roiling waters
A tin of sardines
In my overcoat pocket
Kitties trail behind
don't burst my bubble
nor puncture my mind membrane
morning message plea
oh so jovial
as we whistle down the path
to our doom by Jove
First step to create
Is to destroy what once was
Wipe it all away
Ashes ashes all fall down
Says the Phoenix," Nevermore
barely sentient
pugnacious pugilist pawns
poking the people
only following orders
no matter how illegal
butterfly wings fold
to conceal glorious
supreme pink peaches
Was it all a trap
Or a case of careless love
But one knows for sure
Workout climax spent
We languished then lounged as one
In refreshing grove
bodacious bondage
audacious anatomy
prurient combo
Phrazez that Payzez:
Keep your trap shut
A prodigious feat in the proliferation of verbiage
convinced there was a
trap door under the mattress
of my childhood crib
with stairs down to the basement
I searched every night in vain.
08/25/2024
Making the easy ones look hard
Forming the itty bitty little ones
Into hulking big ol sharp shards
Fears, problems, scary bug a boos
Confusing the issues of the day
That's where real money is made
Need what you need
Want what you want
Necessity or whimsy
Knowing the variance
Is wisdom indeed
Daily things I do
Make me a big fan of air
Clean fetishist fan
the egg in the cave
glinting in the lantern light
rewrites history
out on the corner
I juggle the Jujubes
foretell sweet fortunes
I'm all about that
bass bout that bass no trout now
Here fishy fishy
A Scroll Threw Life 