I finally
scraped the last
bit of gumption
off the soles of my
inflatable shoes
to follow the
moving yellow
line to board the
Dutch Elm Street
bus but I’ve
fallen into my
shadow and
I can’t
get
up.
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Back to the Shadows
Category: postaday
Bath
Sometimes you have to
get out of the fantasy
bath and dry off with
the towel of reality.
No matter what. Don't Panic.
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The Guide says a towel “is the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have … you can wrap it around you for warmth … lie on it … use it as a sail on a mini-raft … wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat … wave it as a distress signal in emergencies … and of course use it to dry yourself off, if it still seems to be clean enough.”
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams
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P.S. I write a tanka for a word prompt on Mastodon. Lo and behold, the RDP of the day is “galaxy”. Ain’t life grand 😁
Rumble Claw
What was once an almost imperceptible rumble may or may not have been there all along. To those paying attention to rumbles, those scratchings were already on the wall. It’s just a matter what attention is given. Many things are a concern. All the usual accoutrements of the American Scheme. Both purveyors and consumers. Some more than. Some less than. The claw of complicity claws rampant o’er the land. Once noticed, the volume of rumblings continues to climb. It fills every silence with it’s sticky content. That content grew bigger teeth. Fiercer talons. Now content is clawing at the door. At the window. Leaving marks on once impervious sensibilities. Ramparts of rationality. The claw of opinions. Things influencing both happy and sad events. Highly unlikely conspiracies. Rabbit holes that have no more bunnies to give and yet do. Claw back attention to things that influence circle encompasses. Ignore the outrage industrial complex. Try to do good where it can be done. Be kind or just be.
“Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
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Alien Anticipator
History is filled with examples of one Alien Nation accumulating and acquiring the stuff of another Alien Nation by any means necessary. (i.e. by hook or by crook) When everybody is an Alien, nobody is. The coagulation of Aliens into Nations is where the real mischief commenced. One bunch of Aliens would begin to alienate another bunch of Aliens. So instead of unum ad unum alienation, it became a “We’re not the aliens, you are.” assignation alienation. So it has been and will continue to be until the Space Invaders arrive, or when us Aliens become the Space Invaders elsewhere. That’s when the real results on this alienation algorithm will reveal itself to all who can or care to see. In the meantime….
“Take me to your Alienator”
Effete da Feet
She seemed to embody empowerment. Queen of all she surveyed. Her professional name was Terra Cotta. She dominated the realm of reality entertainments. The public set their internal compasses with Terra being their true north. Whatever whim she chose at whatever moment she chose would set trends spiraling towards her fancy. But Terra never acknowledged she had feet of clay. One fateful day she decided that clay shoes would be the fashion statement of the decade. But when she placed her feet of clay into her shoes of clay and added heat she became stagnant and unable to motivate. In motion or influence. Her once adoring fans began to drift away leaving her alone on her terracotta pedestal. No longer adored. Just ignored like a lump of clay.
Use Your Noodle
Kit and caboodle
All part of the bamboozle
Oodles and oodles
Time to use my old noodle
and get out of here.Toodles
Toots and Twaddle 2
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring
The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come
Infusion
Pay good money for
A plastic water bottle
Filled from an aquifer
To very the brim with
One thing for sure
Micro plastic infused
Death skiffs reused
Bass ackward spelled
Naive labeled as Evian
More Sugar!
Why yes. Yes I am a cereal offender. Worse yet I was a cereal eater. I confess. I have mixed Coco Puffs with Fruity Pebbles. I’ve cut Fruit Loops with Rice Krinkles. I’ve snapped crackled and popped into my bowl Sugar Smacks on street corners and dank alleyways of my town. Even licked the frog for an extra jolt. It was GREAT!!!!. That was until I got Apple Jacked one cold and rainy night in an gangway So I sailed with Captain Crunch to Toucan Sam’s tropical island and have even stolen a leprechaun’s magically delicious Lucky Charms.
I am a serial cereal offender.
But I have seen the light. Now I resided on Keto Island, where Keto and I fight crime. Well Keto fights crime. I just sus things out and he drives. I am The Green Honey Comb. Bwah Ha Ha
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Toots and Twaddle 1
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
🎼I like to ride my
icicle 🎵 I like to ride
my ice. 🎶 😣Oof!!! Chilly🥶
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
A Scroll Threw Life 