Hominids being
Horrible to one another has no
Hole in human history
Honestly it's
Horrendous
How we've treated one another
Holiday exceptions
Honestly only sometimes
Honored
Ho Ho Ho
You Better Not Holler
Sept 5 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
two or more voices
offend aural dissonance
in sweet harmony
Kind of hard to tell
The genuine article
finally found it
the genuine article
Foaming Pleroma
for the closest shave ever
with Great Archon's straight razor
Nature's harmony
From the grill chamber
Song of the Abalone
Kelp forest rock screams
Sept 4 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
some barely conscious
of IRL surroundings
subsumed all day while
partaking of violent games
ingesting haughty delights
Open eyes receive
Open ears and minds absorb
Harvest stimuli
I met the new moon
Just the same as the old moon
Shadow creep display
In new moon dreaming
I harvest my conscious thoughts
Til sunrise bird song
Phrazez that Payzez
Anguished product of my own individuation.
Via Very Bad Wizards
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher
Sept 3 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Sometimes
I listen to audio books
To go to sleep
Or back to sleep
Last night it was
The Rig Veda
Commenced to dream
Of an Indian man
Following me around
While I did some editing
Getting frustrated
At the things
He was spouting
In my ear
Received wisdom
Or irritation
Be the reading.
09/03/2024
No search stork. No maths
Raw dogging Wordle daily
Consonants and vowels
Best licks behind me
Riff needs a resolution
Gliss home with grace notes
Small mind lockstep marching
Foolish incontinence
Consistently choked down
Hobgoblins to pursue
Shoveled down open gobs
Implementing cruel tools
Indecent abattoir
Foul administration
Arbitrary abuse
Of once precious power
Swirl, the haiku stork
Best stir for morning mind drops
arbitrary prompts
Sept 2 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
con swindle then sue
abuse evade elude laws
bunko artists all
Corrupt resource fork
A.I. nurse told the patient
We'll need to reboot
Low expectations
The spice that keeps me patient
Crushed joie de vivre
the slinging of the
spring mud next year'll be nothing
next to autumn slime
Sept 1 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
don't you just hate it
when past becomes now too soon
leaves no future room
I committed too
soon to commitment in a
noncommittal way
Water and feed it
Dark money, fear, and hatred
Now you see what sprouts
What drives a life force
Once on the trail of the snail
All other things pale
it was in the past
when snail sprouts wings to take flight
to future too soon
Aug 31 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
will spending my life
on the mend send a different
end around the bend
economic mist
what markup to charge thirsty
folks for fresh water
It always seems that
No matter how hard I yearn
Affection is spurned
The difference between
To darn or to mend my socks
Yearn for an answer
codependency
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me.
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life
Professional life
Business life
Financial life
Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
When I die your life will pass before my eyes.
🛩Meanwhile, Keep Em Flying 🛩
Aug 30 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
we were magical
things when held in each others
fierce fiery gaze
We rolled in the mud
Then we rolled in the clover
Fun wash once over
once reached for the stars
now only low hanging fruit
culture warfare fare
divide to conquer current
collapsing constellation
A Toast to Biscuit
"I wonder if it's true that a buttered slice of toast always lands buttered side down?" She leered back at me over the breakfast table and winked. "Wanna find out?" People our age had no business behaving that way, but we put that mornings inspiration to the test for a spell. Someday I'll Google that question. But I did not then and I will not now. Some mysteries of the universe are left to be explored over and over again. The buttering of the toast can be wonderful and messy. Surprising and surpassing expectations. Not a chore, but a delight. Whether morning or night, my little toaster would often pop up when least expected, delivering a surface for that delicious spread. Toast is fine. But Biscuit was different. Since I've never heard of a buttered biscuit theory I can only imagine you never can know which side a buttered biscuit will land on; so you just have to roll around for bit. Or a bite. Or a bit of a bite. That was the way of the Biscuit.
Biscuit Bolero
Now please pass the toast and for heavens sake be careful.
A Scroll Threw Life 