Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Our time was short
A feeding frenzy
Tangible tango time
Bountiful banquet
Beautiful mess
Of food and sex
In any order
With out border
A feast for every sense
Scents we could touch
Tastes we could feel
Visions we could smell
We spent each other well
It didn't cast a shadow
no matter how deeply dreamt
fuzzy round the edges
light source of diffusion
found serenity in the center
twixt parted pink curtains
clutched within silken walls
slippery from delusion
became my epitaph
after the last plunge
now I don't cast a shadow
We met in a dream.
Seems the pleasure was all mine
Where are my manners?
Now that we are both awake
Back to our scheduled nightmare
There was an awkward shuffling
As the punch cards hit the floor
Reel to reel
Punch tapes
Cassette tapes
Rocking grooves of all sizes
Disks both floppy and hard
Cards
SSDs
A.I. drooled, guffawed, and snorted
“I’ll take this mess and get it sorted”
It’s ravenous maw gobbled ’em up
I must attribute my lacklustre life research results to having things bassackward for most of my days. Apparently I was focused on the generalities while ignoring the particulars, when I should….
lose focus on things
general to delve into
the particular
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RDP Thursday – LACKLUSTRE
Where ever you go there you are
Travel was not part of my family experience. Tried to make it part of my parenting experience. I’ve had good trips. I’ve had bad trips. I may just trip again.
All just more data
Everytime I reach
A conclusion. New data
Just keeps streaming in
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RDP Tuesday! Travel!
Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.
No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.
Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.
The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.
Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.
Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.
Sort
Monday morning sort.
What to do? What to read? What
to post on my feed?
Amen
I was less of a boat anchor today than I was yesterday.
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So I anchored myself with a check in to Obscured House
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After a brief visit
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To the big lake on my doorstep
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On my way to the Jewels;
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Where once upon a time I used to cash checks.
In the mid 1960’s my Aunt and Uncle bought a house near where we lived. Maybe one or two social classes up from my neighborhood. Quite literally the other side of the tracks. I would have been nine or ten at the time. So of course they invited their poor relatives over to tour their new home. Actually, they had always been in the rotation of family holiday get together locations so much time would be spent visiting for the five or six years they lived there. That is until they took another step up to the burbs leaving us real Chicagoans behind. It was a nice two story home with the best bonus in the world for a boy my age. The second story bathroom top row of tiles had delightful naked blonde cartoon women, ala Marilyn Monroe, discreetly hugging bubbles in various provocative but still tasteful poses on alternating rectangles around the whole bathroom. Just a little above my pre-puberty eye level. But what an eyeful for me in those clueless days of the mid 60’s. I didn’t know why I liked ’em. But boy did I. Even to this day the memory makes me smile. Best of all nobody else seemed to pay them any mind and I knew better than to remark upon them. So that particular decor choice by the previous owners stayed and I had many inspired visits to that lavatory as the revelations of puberty over took me. I think I hold those tiles responsible for my life long penchant for blonds.
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I still wonder what the people who bought the house from my aunt and uncle thought of their choices?
I'm hoping I will
be able to escape the
gravity of a
dual black hole tuesday prompt with
it's opposite. Comedy.
A Scroll Threw Life 