Sept 7 2025

The Daily Dread



Doorway cracks open
Rusty hinges creak and groan
Wait! I brought lube. [SLAM]



High bathroom window
Climb in only to receive
Terlet foot plunge prize


read it in a book
heart is a lonely hunter
so it must be true



Sardine loves packed house
Lonely little fishy when
solo in a tin


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Sept 6 2025

The Daily Dread



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



Sept 5 2025

The Daily Dread



two or more voices
offend aural dissonance
in sweet harmony


Kind of hard to tell
The genuine article

finally found it
the genuine article
Foaming Pleroma
for the closest shave ever
with Great Archon's straight razor



Nature's harmony

From the grill chamber
Song of the Abalone
Kelp forest rock screams


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Sept 4 2025

The Daily Dread



some barely conscious
of IRL surroundings
subsumed all day while
partaking of violent games
ingesting haughty delights



Open eyes receive
Open ears and minds absorb
Harvest stimuli


I met the new moon
Just the same as the old moon
Shadow creep display


In new moon dreaming
I harvest my conscious thoughts
Til sunrise bird song



Phrazez that Payzez

Anguished product of my own individuation.
Via Very Bad Wizards
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher



Sept 3 2025

The Daily Dread



Sometimes
I listen to audio books
To go to sleep
Or back to sleep
Last night it was
The Rig Veda

Commenced to dream
Of an Indian man
Following me around
While I did some editing
Getting frustrated
At the things
He was spouting
In my ear

Received wisdom
Or irritation

Be the reading.

09/03/2024

No search stork. No maths
Raw dogging Wordle daily
Consonants and vowels



Best licks behind me
Riff needs a resolution
Gliss home with grace notes




Small mind lockstep marching
Foolish incontinence
Consistently choked down
Hobgoblins to pursue
Shoveled down open gobs
Implementing cruel tools
Indecent abattoir
Foul administration
Arbitrary abuse
Of once precious power



Swirl, the haiku stork
Best stir for morning mind drops
arbitrary prompts


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Sept 2 2025

The Daily Dread



con swindle then sue
abuse evade elude laws
bunko artists all



Corrupt resource fork
A.I. nurse told the patient
We'll need to reboot



Low expectations
The spice that keeps me patient
Crushed joie de vivre



the slinging of the
spring mud next year'll be nothing
next to autumn slime

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Sept 1 2025

The Daily Dread



don't you just hate it
when past becomes now too soon
leaves no future room



I committed too
soon to commitment in a
noncommittal way



Water and feed it
Dark money, fear, and hatred
Now you see what sprouts



What drives a life force
Once on the trail of the snail
All other things pale



it was in the past
when snail sprouts wings to take flight
to future too soon

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Aug 31 2025

The Daily Dread



will spending my life
on the mend send a different
end around the bend



economic mist
what markup to charge thirsty
folks for fresh water



It always seems that
No matter how hard I yearn
Affection is spurned



The difference between
To darn or to mend my socks
Yearn for an answer

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Aug 30 2025

The Daily Dread



we were magical
things when held in each others
fierce fiery gaze


We rolled in the mud
Then we rolled in the clover
Fun wash once over



once reached for the stars
now only low hanging fruit
culture warfare fare
divide to conquer current
collapsing constellation

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Aug 29 2025

The Daily Dread



another day to
inflict my predilection
for snark on the world



a sudden bout of
boisterous behavior ends
a long-term friendship





Talking head pungent
Sold this President
Smile indecent
Bought by Pepsodent
Current resident
Not a proper gent
Everywhere he went
His welcome was spent
With loud vile vent
With no precedent
Opinions for rent
For ratings percent




Zero
The numerical expression
Of the answer to the question:
"Can absence be present
And nothingness exist?"

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