Be there in a
Just a
Wait a
In a
Gotta a
Be back in a
Second
A primary lie
To the penultimate lie
It'll only take a
Minute
That's why my preferred unit of time is
Shakes of a lamb's tale
Lies
May 27 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Penetration tool
A drill can build or destroy
Favorite weapon as
slasher film backup or for
environmental rapists
Senator Slug fell in line
To kiss the befouled ring
To follow the slimy trails
Left by lobbiest #Nudibranch
Money, power, social bling
Gold encrusted shells
Now hunker on the back bench
Like big ol' nasty snails
Chick Diakon played by
Bud Abbott when he and Lou
Met with Frankenstein
Words that land fallow
Often come from a callow
Self centered fellow
Fellowship
A place to sit by a lovely old tree on the shore of Lake Michigan. Looks like it has been through more than a few storms and lived to tell about it. #SeatSearch
May 26 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Don't need a quorum
Predation of predators
now make all the rules
takes lots of restraint
from all of us to start to
scale back the hate
it was none to bright
of me to stay all night
in bone chilling sleet
I saw no future.
Groomed to be up to my butt
in Nam rice paddies
1-H to 1-A
Random sequence number was
seventy six. Yikes
Lucky me. The draft
stopped a year hence thanks to those
that went before me
Memorial Day / Decoration Day for you Civil War Vets out there 02:48 PM
In early May of this year my father would have been 119. Passed away long ago in his late 70s. One of my favorite memories was when the Right Wing became NAZI curious ala Blues Brother's Movie era. Some of those knuckle heads set up a little podium in a park I was playing tennis in. My friends and I went over and mocked them mercilessly until they went away. Although they tried their typical intimidation cosplay, even the Chicago Police didn't have much use for these miscreants then. Eventually they went back to the rock they crawled out from under. I told my dad, a WWII vet, when I went home and all he said was, " I wish I knew. I'd have got my gun and shot them."
May 25 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
It's quite the travail
To hack through the wilderness
With all this baggage
Watch it develop
Snapshot taken of my soul
Shows where I have been
It's in the dosage
All things can become toxic
Even detoxing
Written June 7, 2024
Recalled for Memorial Day
Eighty years ago
yesterday, my father paid
a surprise visit
To Normandy's shores.
Took no selfies. Stayed awhile.
Came back. Told no tales.
May 24 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
things that dwell in me
are fine, things that lurk within
are what troubles me
Not joined at the hip.
Tickle my seclusion would
describe her visits.
It could be said that
Don, the ne'er-do-well narwhal
was long in the tooth
now to become a
fully imagined human
instance by using
scrolling data and shifting
curves the good old fashioned way
My very first toot:
Miller Time
Oh, you mean that time. Not to be confused with this time, out of time, Miller Time, or Hammer Time. Not to mention Morris Day and The Time.
It was a different time
So excuse me while I take this time to do the ramble. I miss the arbitrary reckoning of big hand is here and the little hand is there; as opposed to the empiricism of the digital display. Or the solidity of everything happening everywhere all at once hypothesis. Times arrow. Time slip. How many times has this happened before. Déjà-vu all over. So many hypotheses, so little time. Or too much time? Time is what you make of it. If you spend that much time counting, or making time, it may leave too little time for anything else.
Do you remember the past?
Do you remember the future?
Forget it!
But there is always time for Pink. But which one is Pink this time.
Time for me to give my brain a time out.
Right On Time
P.S. as a child my mother would talk about punching out of work. I imagined a first fight everyday at the time clock to leave the factory. 🕓
May 23 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
In dog eat dog world
Feel the boneyard hounds snarling
Deep in your marrow
takes more than a skim
of the leaves off the surface
to make a pool clean
Poised on the cusp of
Bicuspid disaster I
Bite the jerky hard
Chased Sue around cause
Thought the memo said pursue
It was signed, Per Sue
things that I pursue
often start pursuing me
eventually
Dust in the wind is
like admiration on the
internet. Fleeting.
Big Bilious Bowel Movement Dumped on the Nation
Squeeze the Wheeze
- VENDETTA
- WHEEZE
- DOUGH
- COOL
- SPIDER
- REFLEXOLOGY
Caught in a web of vendetta;
The fly knew more struggle.
More enwrapped.
This sort of spider wanted one recourse.
His narcissistic reflexology squeezed this way.
More dough for him and his.
Less for you and yours.
“Stay cool.”
Said the spider with a wheeze.
“It’s for your own good.”
50 Words
May 22 2025
The Daily Dread
Yesterday
such things cannot be
sufficiently despised is
the correct response
to corrupt actions taken
by despotic land grabbers
nineteen eighties greed
bonfire of the vanities
compared to today's
narcissistic avarice blaze
was a prescient flickering
Sealed maritime doom
For many wayward sailors
Elkie the Selkie
End morning mind defragmentation 08:34 AM
