Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Soak in a hot bath
Essential oils. Spices. Herbs.
Mull her over good
Snooty Chanteuse went
from chic to comfortably numb
after one Sidecar
Keep clerics away
Big can of Cardinal Spray
Works or your soul back
mull on media
cheap chic spray coating hollow
pretentious celebs
Once upon a time I thought I thought global.
I thought it was the only way to go.
But lately I feel the flat earthers have won
Or
I love the smell of regret in the morning
Dementia pen signs
Cue belly laughs and guffaws
Joker has no clue
weaving through the rot
slithering vespertine soul
no coherent thought
Shaved Ice got rained on
By his sharp jagged edges
Deli cold cut gash
the joker juncos
yucking it up watching the
vespertine vermin
pardoning rich criminals
while wallowing in their slops
"Death is a debt to nature due
Which I have paid and so must you"
Gravity's Rainbow-Thomas Pynchon
Offered assistance
With a chivalrous flourish
Rebuffed with disdain
A free range study
How B.S. baffles the brain
Observed with a smirk
stars in the cosmos
solar system paint splatter
sloppy moon paint job
B.S. Baffles Brains
An infinite number of ways to arrive at the inevitable.
This has just been a speed
bump on the ribbon of infinity
I have been cruising on.
current regime wants
to drown the public in dark
aphotic news zone
where no light sheds on their path
to enrich their shellfish selves
A dangerous game
I presume the position
See if she approves
cold night and day here
in the aphotic zone but
no flies I presume
detect deflect pods
reject select defect spin
reflect social muck
Frank the suave flâneur
Flummoxed by a fine flâneuse
Ms. Standard Moxie
reflect on fresh peas
cosplaying suave in a pod
dressed for a shuck up
A thorn on my rose
Secret lives of objects vibe
The last feels I need
The scratch you can't itch
A thorn in Psyche's eros
Found lie in beliefs
In fireplace light
Winter coat pools at ankles
Splendor in the night
Gone with the finality of hallucination
needs more than a salve
to solve the scourging salvo
commanded by simps
There goes the Whispering Beet
With his good pal, Arty Choke
Gone with the finality
Of a hallucination
Dissipating matter goes
Where all the Bozo's must go
Following Chairman Barney
Formerly green reeds
Eventually succumb to
Become withered reeds
my first full size bike
pieced together from spare parts
rolling chimera
a full sized Schwinn frame
spray painted sky blue, leopard
print banana seat
high rise handlebars
a big rear view mirror clamped on
for my first test ride
looking in mirror
and not where I was going
fell off, mirror broke
In the spirit of self promotion I recycled this Haiku Memoir from my homestead Haiku A Day
No external tokens of self required
can't see the omen
for the Romans these sad days
a historical
drug resistant infection
gnawing on society
Medicinal health
Hawked ad nauseum over
TikTok YouTube X
no external woo
omen or token of self
required for health
unless a talisman should
turnip under a pebble
A Scroll Threw Life 