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
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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

Pix and trk
X marks the spot
Where two smackers met
Hear squawk box pop
Another X
On mag stripe stock
Line them up
Cut it quick
Splice it good
Rewind table spin
Crank for all you're worth
Split reel chatter
Spinning on the shaft
Four gang synchronizer clatter
Time to serve up hot
Dailies on the platter
Rushes always rush for
Client projection screening
Should reels misalign
There'll be lots of screaming
Assistant editor blame fodder
Becomes main subject of malign
It's called puttin' in your time

Black velvet choker
Embracing elegant neck
Framed with long blonde locks
Is not a proper collar
More of a symbolic one

Like a mosquito
Able to needle the thread
Up my baggy pants
Delivered an itchy bite
On a most indiscrete bit
the gift of silence
switching off outrage machine
not keeping score of
politicians and pundits
lighting their farts in public

Not sure about this passion stuff
Seems the plaything of the martyr
Running from too tough to too rough
I'll stick with good old fashion fervor
Even that may be a bit off the cuff
Perhaps I'll just have a pint of ardor
Then retire when I've had enough
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
Frizzle Frazzle Frumph
I think I've had just enough
Slicked back battle fur
Missing whiskers. Outcast stoop.
Back to the shadows again
once in a dream ๐ธ of a rainforest where ๐ธ people were pouring water
over my back ๐ธ stretched out on a cruel rack ๐ธ the water dripped to the ground
a frog would sprout ๐ธ with each drop on the earth ๐ธ combo platter night before
TV viewing ๐ธ Wheel of Time Lost in Space ๐ค danger Moiraine Damodred
standing
at the apex
of an emotional
cul de sac
at the edge
of an arete
the minor goddess
Arete appealed
to my innate
sense of #arete
to step back
not to kiss her
with a ...
Teetering between hope and dread
The national #ambience reflects
Bloated corrupt personification
Of everything wrong in our head
Past sets the table's vibration
Climate repast served piping hot
We need a new aura menu soon
Or we'll keep getting what we got
#autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed

parking in a forest preserve
after a double date
the chorus of our
collective youthful #ardor
spilled out the car windows
into the surrounding trees
sending all little furry critters
scampering for safe harbor
Redeeming #attributes everywhere
Yet not a single one to share
I know redemption doesn't sell
Cause the algorithm told me so
It's the only way to tell
Media fodder #puzzle of the day:
If it thinks
If it slinks
If it stinks
Like garbage.
Then what is it?
decaf coffee left
me #hollow and cold even
if filled to the rim