Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Not sure about this passion stuff
Seems the plaything of the martyr
Running from too tough to too rough
I'll stick with good old fashion fervor
Even that may be a bit off the cuff
Perhaps I'll just have a pint of ardor
Then retire when I've had enough
We met in a dream.
Seems the pleasure was all mine
Where are my manners?
Now that we are both awake
Back to our scheduled nightmare
There was an awkward shuffling
As the punch cards hit the floor
Reel to reel
Punch tapes
Cassette tapes
Rocking grooves of all sizes
Disks both floppy and hard
Cards
SSDs
A.I. drooled, guffawed, and snorted
“I’ll take this mess and get it sorted”
It’s ravenous maw gobbled ’em up
Three wise guys showed up
With former partner moaning
Rattling life chains
Fugetaboutit was first
Repast from the distant past
Then arrived Liveit
Or Livewithit in a blink
As an instant wink
Hovering in the doorway
Was you know who arriving
Imminent glory
Dontworryaboutit now
Pay for it later
Wide open to interpret
Past Present Future
Frizzle Frazzle Frumph
I think I've had just enough
Slicked back battle fur
Missing whiskers. Outcast stoop.
Back to the shadows again
once in a dream 🐸 of a rainforest where 🐸 people were pouring water
over my back 🐸 stretched out on a cruel rack 🐸 the water dripped to the ground
a frog would sprout 🐸 with each drop on the earth 🐸 combo platter night before
TV viewing 🐸 Wheel of Time Lost in Space 🤖 danger Moiraine Damodred
Once I had a guide
Lead me through perilous lands
Ill advised choices
Never there. Then went poof
Deserted and despondent
left brain talks to right
makes up stories to guide it
follows bad advice
from a wise and trusted guide
that was never there at all
Alternate timelines
Theory used to guide thousands
Thick plot twists feeding
Episodic syfy shows
Ad nauseam operas
She became my guide
To places and sensations
Once only dreamt of
standing
at the apex
of an emotional
cul de sac
at the edge
of an arete
the minor goddess
Arete appealed
to my innate
sense of #arete
to step back
not to kiss her
with a ...
Teetering between hope and dread
The national #ambience reflects
Bloated corrupt personification
Of everything wrong in our head
Past sets the table's vibration
Climate repast served piping hot
We need a new aura menu soon
Or we'll keep getting what we got
#autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
parking in a forest preserve
after a double date
the chorus of our
collective youthful #ardor
spilled out the car windows
into the surrounding trees
sending all little furry critters
scampering for safe harbor
Redeeming #attributes everywhere
Yet not a single one to share
I know redemption doesn't sell
Cause the algorithm told me so
It's the only way to tell
Media fodder #puzzle of the day:
If it thinks
If it slinks
If it stinks
Like garbage.
Then what is it?
decaf coffee left
me #hollow and cold even
if filled to the rim
Sends chills up my spine
Don't know what they're sayin' but
Intentions are clear
Power words and power sounds
Always makes my head spin round
echo the sound of
glove slap on history's cheek
dichotomy duel
A Scroll Threw Life 