Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Chilean Sea Bass
Patagonian Toothfish
Brand marketing ploy
it's been so long since
we said so long and yet still
I so long for you
a deep dive
that leads to
scrutiny of
mob motives
ends with
sleeping with
the fishes
See the long low tide
Reveal our murky depths
Needs scrutiny now
Waves crash on the beach
Sonorous background grumble
For raucous gull choir
the walking world day
painful steps toward the goal of
getting home to sit
will history strand
the lifeboat of decency
on blubbery bloat
Cover the pallor
Dapple it with fake spray tan
Soulless wretch shows through
Late Friday Night
Just turned nineteen
That sweet spot in time
The four years
Beer and wine drinking age
Dropped just in time
Now legal for a change
My now erstwhile crew
Would roll into Scatscio's
For a pitcher or two
Plus a marginal pizza
That left the roof of your mouth
Burned but satisfied
Hugo would tickle the ivories
In this ersatz piano lounge
My introduction to
Adult late night entertainment
Just about the time
This song appeared
On the FM radio playlist
Scatscio's was in
A large frame house
Transformed into
A neighborhood lounge
I don't remember
Which of our crew discovered
The pair of blue boxer shorts
Under a square piece
Of loose particle board
Lying on the floor
In the upstairs terlet
But for many years
When going to hear Hugo
For a quaff and a munch
One of us was compelled
To do the underpants check
By lifting the board
For a peek and a giggle
The blue boxers stayed
Silent and persistently present
Under a particle board
Lying on the floor
Of the piano lounge terlet
half a walnut shell
of water for fiddleheads
just enough to curl
bound with a ribbon
wrapped in the ties that bind them
couples secret bond
Thursday night caprice
A warm up for the weekend
Full tilt boogie buzz
Slamming the Royal Seal into the melted wax on another proclamation, His Nibs said in a guttural growl. “The only folk dance I am not allergic to is the polka. Others are too similar to my haphazard full bodied gesticulating hand jive which I use to hypnotize people into buying snake oil.
The laws you may flout
Lie, bloviate, and squeal
The poison will out
Before network news
Came Plan 9 from Outer Space
Then came the YouTube
the duality
of the event will arrive
eventually
footsteps behind me
rock of ages barrs my way
just won't cleft for me
an ache with each bite
of the apple of knowledge
that some folks chose this
Notice prime bellwether clue
Private armies for the few
A catastrophe for all
Siren song before the fall
Reeling in my prize
Rocking on Michigan waves
Feeling hungover
Replaying the night before
Landing this Coho Salmon
With every false claim
Honking like a strangled goose
The bellwether ache
Reeking like week old salmon
I feel deep down in my gut
Growing up in a household where the adults where born respectively in 1881, 1906, and 1916; this was not only high comedy but a self help recording. So stop whining, here’s some Merthiolate to put on your boo boo, and go back out to play. Don’t come back until the street lamps go on. The only onerous was on me.
gravity we fall
comedy lifts spirits up
it's all emotion
Summer warmth loiters
Not chilly and still humid
Touch and go autumn
Once upon a time
There was some vigor
It's get up and go
Got up and went
Doing the locomotion
Packed up it's bags
With stern stoic rigor
Soon began to spoil
From no refrigeration
But it was too late
To stop the denigration
No amount of chill
Effectualized reinvigoration
one chilly touch will
reinvigorate his stalled
fall to the bottom
Not enough somber
To make it around the block
On twitter splatter
agony induced
via algorithm plots
deceptive exploit
definite maybe
perhaps the closest we'll get
to truthful answers
Phrazez that Payzez
"Tastes like bubbly regret and dirt"
Ghost Champagne - Charlie Jane Anders
another day with
another catastrophe
life in the food chain
carb apocalypse
free infinite pasta bowl
with every order
the A.I. cascade
of nonsense pulls a cartload
of code cooling dope
over the bones of the dead
to where the mirror meets the sky
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infinite catastrophe?
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