
I'm adrift in a
sea of social media
sludge and balderdash
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

a gentle rooster
bursting sounds like an unsure
cock-a-doodle-doo
Quince will make you wince
No matter how fine you mince
Better off to smash
๐ผI like to ride my
icicle ๐ต I like to ride
my ice. ๐ถ ๐ฃOof!!! Chilly๐ฅถ
In my cellular drive for entropy
Whether I like it or not
All things eventually rot
Consume
Eliminate
Reproduce
Maybe win a trophy
With a human face
For stacking things
On top of other things
Just trying to leave a trace
Poe smoking Raven?
Said the white rabbit de jour
Still nevermore sure

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It started with a fever
Fifty years ago or so
Raged at a fevers pitch
Seared to an embers core
An extended fever dream
A fiery consuming ditch
Dug through my epoch seam
As years passed unseen
Gave way to nightly sweats
Low grade daylight fever flight
Fancies flooded daylight hours
Then one day not so long ago
Half century fever broke
Shattered what was within
Shattered all that was without
Leaving only dreams of night
Displayed for none to see
To straddle my flรขneur days
A gentleman of leisure
If you please
Sleeping in many days
Baby sleep and fever free
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plunge in bottoms up
imbibe deeply into the
remedy du jour
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I have not seen the Barbie movie
But I’m sure I’ll eventually peek
At Wes Anderson style meets Pepto Bismol
With twentieth century TV commercial reek
As comedy is the opposite of gravity
Movies are the antithesis of stillies
One stillie stacked on another stillie
Foundational element of any movie
I will savor each and every stillie
While I move on through this movie
Still Lifes of the American Scheme
The stuff of so many a broken dream