Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
asymptomatic
maladies multiply with
every ad I see
highly unlikely
we'll all look back on this time
and have a good #laugh
the last showing of
the last show has been cancelled
due to faux outrage
Unpleasant at best
Has a mean streak a mile long
Rise of the dumb state
Hardly Socratic
Often idiosyncratic
Sometimes bureaucratic
Can be dramatic
To overblown panic
Then in full tilt manic
Confused as Satanic
With a hint of tannic
Just erie Shamanic
No need to get frantic
This is how my inner streaming stick rolls: 08/09/2024
profess lifelong love
this googly eyed romantic
done so many times
Took my Under Porch Boxster Spider
Out for a spin round town
Just to get off the web a bit
Playing the Stones extra loud
On the 8-track player
Singing "My my my
"Said the Spyder to the fly"
Great on the straight away
Right turns a bit of a strangle
Not so great on the corners
8-leg skittery slip thread
Tail spun out left to dangle
Until the toad truck came to feast
barely elected
apparatchiks plow through most
public opinions
dance with Demeter
seasonal agrarian
ritual plow play
a dead giveaway
is that tie is just a flag
that says you're lying
Our national prank
Day after day of pure shame
No longer funny
Body Politic
Pack of boneyard dogs howling
Cheap shots. Dirty shocks.
As summer swelters
My public trans ride goes on
I nicely ripen
Girl Scouts sell cookies
never know what a Brownie
will get on up to
morning after slink
easy in the big city
less so in small towns
noisy buggers both
cicada and katydid
each a unique sound
Keep the change baby
Change ain't what it used to be
Small change got rained on
Cause he wanted to be king
Links in history's change gang
A therapy named desire
base instinct always
dive on in at the drive-in
long lost passion pit
Rules of engagement
2am dive bar last call
Desperate timeline
Ignoring the once golden rule
Feel they're the anointed few
Appointed to sputter and spew
Self aggrandizing gold accolades
Holier than thou power plays
Keeping all that believe them afraid
A populace wholly betrayed
When the people who make the laws
Don't bother to follow their rules
First came the corn sweat
Now wildfire violet sunsets
Air of disaster
pink pyramid cult
a new recruit gets pressure
buy tons of product
while upline collects profit
inventory collects dust
Regarding the sass
Seems there's good sass and bad sass
Right Sassy Lassie
Now don't you sass me Lassie
But that is some deluxe sass
deep primordial
catfish rises from the mud
finds thin ice layer
new age epoch harbinger
dives down to warm muck below
Normally tranquil
Sporadically complex muse
Today, blew my fuse
I can't help myself
Attention will zoom in where
nature tells it to
Our Lady of the
Spiral Spindle, guardian
angel of Spinners
A spiral zoom in
Traps tranquil angel in frame
Chaos wipe to black
spiral archetype
problem solving tchotchke tao
send donations now
silence so loud you
can hear it all the way from
here to yesterday
and back again all the way
from tomorrow and beyond
when we try to stand
seems like some rich pukes want to
make us kneel and beg
for the honor of paying
them for the trash they're selling
I lift myself up
Defrag my brain with haiku
Stand what comes my way
they say in person
he has his charm, but only
if you stand up wind
For years Red believed
Wandered on the wilderness
A seekers mission
The goal he was sold
The elusive spondulix
Prosperity gold
Then Red realized
All that glitters ain't gold, so
Red leaves pilgramage
a long spelling trek
spell pilgrimage correctly
stumbles on the way
Abundance above
Dammed by greed to overflow
Trickle dance below
Recreating a 1970's Saturday night
Having pizza and Heineken
Left me as foggy this morning
As the wildfire smoke outside
Smells like 1980's Los Angeles air
If it wasn't for misperception
I'd have no perception at all
He crinkles the buds
He separates twigs and seeds
He then rolls the joint
Fuzzy pink sweater
Stray hand slides up and under
"Forge ahead." she sighs
MAGA cult monk grumps
With a scowl under his cowl
Donations are down
Seize the day as one
Cherish the day when it's done
You know you have won
the world continues
without us says the distant
domino falling
the current regime
will fold spindle mutilate
to get it's own way
They want us to buy their BS
Pay for their BS
Use their stinking BS
Then thank them for their BS
grinning ear to ear
signalling another night
of special mischief
takes reflected light
on my retina to draw you
in my memory
yet my most cherished
recollections of you were
played out in the dark
media cover
of louts constant twittering
has zero value
A distant memory
When I was very young
At bedtime my mother and I
Would kneel at my bedside
We would say a nightly prayer
It went like this:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Nice little sediment.
Face to face with my mortality
On a nightly basis before dreamland.
From two to maybe seven
Don't recall when it began
Don't recall when it ended
Wonder why I was a shy kid
With the Grim Reaper
Always hovering near
Sweet dreams Petey.
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