Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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
Occupied city
Don't trip the light fantastic
Just duck and cover
trip over my own
words only to land flat on
the page once again
Once we had a chance
But the entitled want it back
So back to serfdom we go
They now have rowboats
To fight their arbitrage wars
the deathly pall of
crimson chill spreads over once
free and happy folks
A chill in the air
A nip in the bud of life
A change's a comin'
Spicy absolutism
A bad case of blazer raid throat
Two little boys scream
Menaced by a bumble bee
Under Gary's porch
Eventually
Gary's mom comes out to see
Shooed away the bee
Shakes her head at us
With great disdain for the boys
Such little babies
Sometimes it's just kind
To not bother to rewind
Random access life
found out it's okay
to pack bear spray when I tour
national treasures
back to the snake oil
no hand washing, germs, or cures
bad humours abound
if you were of troubled mind
it was strait in the jacket
Mother was forty.
Father was fifty when I
was born. The caboose.
He worked on railroad.
All the livelong day. Math says
I was his present.
Gift given on his
fiftieth birthday. That was
my moms family joke.
Siblings said I was
left on doorstep by gypsies.
Children seen. Not heard.
Not the center of
anyone's universe then
Except for grandma
Mother went to work
At factory down the street
Never felt neglect
Nor did I feel poor
Hungarian grandmother
watched over me well.
Six of us lived in
Two bedroom home. One bathroom
One tub. No shower.
Time dragged at young age
Yet house cleared out soon enough
Siblings move on out.
Leaving me alone
Youngest still fifty years on
Still not seen or heard
Our reacquaintance
Stirred a hiraeth of my youth
Played together then
Reunited played again
In a very different way
Malicious glee felt
Ripped off Do Not Remove tags
Then I learned I could
no straight lines for me
like nature I want thick haze
on my cushy wave
Montrose trolley bus
Before the sun rises up
Fish off the jetty
Not any jetty
This was the Montrose horseshoe
Near the Nike base
Caught so many perch
Also some hefty salmon
But most times caught zip
snarky rude robin
chirped rejoinders about my
fishing earthworm
Taken from where the missile base once was but is now a bird sanctuary🐦⬛
Montrose trolley bus
Before the sun rises up
Fish off the jetty
Not any jetty
This was the Montrose horseshoe
Near the Nike base
Caught so many perch
Also some hefty salmon
But most times caught zip
evening news was a
soporific until it
became a non stop
death rattle of sanity
with fat man public farting
the first thing you need
is a propeller so you
can propel yourself
old timers swore that
The Patio theater was
pronounced The Pay Show
Laugh out loud as I
whet my rapier wit on
reality's edge
Feel a finger
Trace the seam of existence
Savor the recede
I've tried to avoid
Getting or giving a scar
Failed on the twain
playing in the yard
a row of peony bushes
bees buzzing the buds
Don't burden my tender estate with this knowledge
Phrazez that Payzez
"I'm a two legged animal sweating in my dead mother's bed" The Antidote by Karen Russell
it's all well and good
to arrive, but I'm more of
a journey person
One of my favorite memories is helping my father clean out the cesspool which was located next to the peony bushes.
Our time was short
A feeding frenzy
Tangible tango time
Bountiful banquet
Beautiful mess
Of food and sex
In any order
With out border
A feast for every sense
Scents we could touch
Tastes we could feel
Visions we could smell
We spent each other well
A Scroll Threw Life 