Not In Your Ears
June 27 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
You were my first draft
Left glorious and unscathed
That was our #moment
Then the real world rushed in
Forcing revisions on us
Before it's too late
Send for ale and fresh horses
Siege necessities
plastic surgery
botox filler fakery
like peas in a pod
You became my poetry
Fortuitously or ill-fated
Left glorious and unscathed
You were only my first draft
The time it takes to
Send the moment to my brain
Seems to take longer
nothing more useless
than unasked for advice, won't
listen or follow
Profound formula
X-rays times Y-rays equal
Ludicrous thought rays
June 26 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Empathy fuel low
My burn rate of G A F
Might just be maxed out
Then I read the daily spews
Outrage needle pegged again
vagary garden
whatever I can forage
from trellis and ground
tossed in a pot set to stew
only I can burn the soup
Pandora's Box was
hidden in a safe under
the base of the place
called Utopia; but still
it was found by the humans
Idolater words
Clever translation trellis
Swimming in a stew
A mass vagary mélange
Unclean aspic mysteries
Phrazez that Payzez
The free rider populates both ends of a societal spectrum
It's the ones in the middle that do all the work
Bingo Cluck
In the shabby hotel meeting room the marathon Chicken Poo Bingo Game ground into the next morning. A classic orange cult, head in the sand pastime. The prize being a bucket of Kentucky Fried. Leggs Eleven, the frantic mob boss, grabbed the Bingo number squatter by the ears shouting, “Said needed Two Fat Ladies!” he spat “Not Two Little Ducks!”
June 25 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Fury of wings
Branches above
A shriek
Tiny talons
Bounce head
Duck!
A robin?
A sparrow?
Red-Winged Blackbird?
Trees above
More flaps
Another wack
Squawk
Cover head
Walk faster
Nest too near?
Birdy P.Oed
No starscape
Danger foretold
For todays
Sidewalk walk
Of the bird
a tangle of words
treble stanza then braid them
haiku a day wrap
sky clouds drift over
where the new moon should have been
daylight lunar toons
Phrazez that Payzez
Cooled in a sociality
June 24 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
I write small poems
While next to me on the couch
World's thrashing around
In night sweat terror detox
Reality withdrawal
What a button does
Can never really be known
Until you press it
Perched on the next stool
This enigma seemed to me
A shade too cozy
Proceeded to press buttons
That had long been left unpushed
Phrazez that Payzez
Which one of youse got their stardust in my pixie dust?
A murder of crows
A scavenging of seagulls
More than just a flock
June 23 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
It's the gardeners choice
On the type of garden grown
If peace or strife's sown
his nibs huffed and puffed
bluster, blather, has no doubt
then caught in lies (sigh)
Guru Guru plays
funk on smoky car's eight track
loud Banana Flip
With a great big sigh
Guru Gummy found his zen
"Transcend this garden."
June 22 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
so much happening
nothing said seems to ring true
wary world watches
aristocracy
#progenitor spirit champs
the bit for over
a hundred years seizing this
moment to shackle us all
The fearful fox watched
Picnic proceedings for scraps
After dark pickings
progenitor fear
loud ring in our ears warns this
won't be no picnic
When I was very young I received a rubber band powered propeller plane. Not the cheap balsa wood models, but a smaller, lighter design. A light frame covered with very colorful cloth. I remember it as blue, orange, and yellow. After assembly I took it in the yard for its first flight. It soars and flies beautifully right through the open ventilation window under our back porch. The place where lumber, ladders, and spare building materials for my father's ever ongoing house repairs and unfinished renovations. I never found the plane; even when years later I cleaned that area out. From time to time I would search again and again. Where did it go? I still wonder to this day.
Jean Genie
There's a whole lot more
To hormones than what's hidden
Under our genes jeans
This I know because
Limbic System told me so
Give me an "Amen!"
June 21 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
when the liminal
becomes the subcarrier
signal waves bye-bye
as the earth leans in
cry not for shrinking daylight
embrace the darkness
Tipped on its axis
The drunk world slurs it's solstice
Planetary binge
Celestial power drinking
Earth wobbles out of control
A Scroll Threw Life 