Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Missing the days when
Proclivity was precarious
Precocious and pernicious
Modus operandi moderation
Modesty was magnanimous
Raunchy rancor a rarity
Raucous only in extremis
As rapid crisis response
To imminent ruination
Not for mild irritations
Cogito hill climb
Drop my morning bucket down
Hilltop haiku well
First snow has become
Hard crumbly grey ground cover
Crunchy trails for me
with all the criming
multiplied by the number
of lies being told
little wonder trust total
adds up to great big zero
keeping the lost boys
in never never land was
easy for Wendy
demented dotard
living in his head spun myth
believes his own hype
sadly too many others
say they believe it as well
behind fractal mask
lost archaic secret maths
spin reality
Persona mask drop
Never beats a real myth
Like paradise lost
tally the win loss
columns of infinity
I will break even
breaking even in
infinite win loss columns
eventually
Takes a fair measure
Comparing personal loss
To that of others
Except never seen as fair
While only rarely to scale
by any metric
need a new criterion
just to measure up
Watch children fading
Into what was memories
Cherish then release
fading children growth
is a way to measure their
loss to adulthood
eleventh hour
on the eleventh day of
the eleventh month
delight in written
literature has enchanted
me with each page turn
so much "winning" with
jarring hypocrisy on
unabashed display
enjoy patio
fireplace before it gets
just too darn cold here
jarring liturgy
literature tossed in fireplace
on truth's patio
Hair Nails Bones Temper
This once flexible geezer
Gone full break brittle
seems breaking the law
is a favorite pastime of
those making the law
no turnips allowed
just eggplant and tomato
a nightshade flirt fest
Brain plasticity
Of a turnip flirts with law
Brittle power play
open hidden doors
or slam them shut and lock them
language is the key
problem with leaders
as they lead you might end up
with lead poisoning
I'm no fashion plate
But when I put on new clothes...
Glide back in my stride
While putting cut in my strut
Like Tom Waits on a clear day
The language of lead
May get you new clothes today
Clear day dead later
We had history
Added some more history
Then tragic exit
warped reality
misread biofeedback loops
wrapped around my head
Tickle in my throat
Fingers and toes getting numb
As the north wind howls
My warped history.
Allowing the north wind to
tickle my fancy.
relax into the
parallax as we shift to
xtreme chillaxin
costly to confuse
value of geography
with demography
breeze coinciding
with moon rise is harbinger
collision siren
Power not truth
fed violent joys
screened nonstop for girls and boys
maximum damage
the feckless famous
doing damage to us all
is just how they roll
Is being famous
for being fatuous worth
facetious facetime
Pine sap on the porch
is one thing, but get it on
Porsche? DIsaster
Pine Sap the picker
Famous for doing damage
With fine fingering
A Scroll Threw Life 