
coherent states sell
inherent suspicions to
incipient beliefs
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
What is your all time favorite automobile?


The year was 1956
The month was January
I was very young at the time
So I don't remember nuthin'
Just hearsay and innuendo after the fact
But I'll bet you half a peach
It was filled with a percentage of humans
Carrying on the human tradition
Of humans taking other humans stuff
By whatever means necessary
While justifying the activity
By whatever means necessary
Just like today
Give or take a percentage point or two
Cynics Corner
we replaced being
humble with glorified fake
reality stars
slender limbs entwine
bind me with tight enrapture
trellis tied love vine
prefer a good blow
of snow to a shimmering
sheet of cold wet sleet
value not blooming
on social media vine
is being humble

gratitude given
for being watched over by
machine's loving grace
Beacon of false hope
Lantern for lustful lechers
White House Bordello
happy holidays
when the hydrangea of hope
blooms for scant moments
It's with gratitude
that the drinking lantern lights
for all winter trolls

long night nectar quaff
prodigious ambrosia munch
satiated beasts
A Christmas exit
With a wink, lick, and promise
A glimmer of hope
a pinch of remorse
plus a sprinkle of regret
to make the angst rise
palpable regret
with dawn's first glimmer after
ambrosia frolic

our sighs echo out
into the dim morning light
through open windows
Just remember this
It's not that I don't recall
Just don't want to tell
Fluttering outside
Just thought it was a dim moth
It was something else
moth eaten moral
fabric will only dim light
on faulty recall

memory held in
my private buffer is dear
to who I am now
missing the days when
the Wrigley Field ivy
was the main feature
not the slick corporate shill show
picking pockets of the fans
the clever swallow
flees a looming snow drift for
the southern sunshine
