Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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
Arms hugging embrace
Nails rake trails across my back
Fait accompli flirt
With change
There is no magic dissolve
It's just one thing fading out
As another thing fades up
Simultaneously
Rather than consecutively
Something
Takes another's place
Becomes the thing
Less abrupt as cut
More contemplative than a wipe
brown sugar essence
viscous maple surple time
supple oatmeal bowl
The difference between
winners and losers. Winners
know how to palm cards
Or is it just the luck of the draw
Together we burned
Shimmer through the night til dawn
Embers glowed til noon
Growth fetish eclipse
Humble basic human need
Bassakward values
Doned my eclipse robe
Fastened my woodpecker mask
Made the woods shimmer
mask of a stoic
worn by Gaia while watching
her children struggling
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.
chickens and the cost
of empire come home to
roost in the wreckage
malignant pallor
of festering hate wafts o'er
our once fertile plains
A site of lush warmth
Became a trigger sending
A chill up my spine
False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
Start small
Double down
Repeat early
Repeat often
Lie like a rug
Buy allegiance
Bourne of panic
False alarm
Fear solidifies
Then deliver the
Coup de grace
In the future our garbage will be their treasure
Our valuables will be the be bane of their existence.
seize that slimy fish
wrestle it onto your shore
a carp for the day
suture my succour
on humanities scapegoat
stop the bleeding now
I'm pointing to my attic because I know it's haunted 🤣
When making a point
It was not polite to point
I was told when young
Whose road is it anyway?
where rubber neuro
meets utter linguistic road
keep your wallet closed
Finding joy in Catholic's new Pope for a late dear one.
She embraced her church deeply and sincerely.
She loved the city of Chicago.
Her astrological sign was Leo and she embraced those traits fiercely.
Basking in inter-universal shift.
Or was that drift?
Lounging lackadaisically
On my perception cloud
Proximity alert triggers
Furtively I reach out
Fingers trace the Objet de Arte
To become my Objet de Desir
Another example of humans humaning.
Just great big bundles of cognitive dissonance.
Paradise in peril?
Let them stew in their own nest.
It's their cauldron now.
Try me a river.
I'll try a river for you.
When no try. No do.
Phrazez that Payzez
People without boundaries
"I'm cold, so you should put on a sweater."
Abby's mom. Ordinary Unhappiness Podcast.
She has taken her light
Into that night
That never will spawn
Another dawn
That one melody
Has become your #elegy
Mourning medley
Misunderstood bugs
Antediluvian ants
And what they hath wrought
Things my Uncle George did with
My Aunty Diluvian
Oh she was special
Deb, the office revolver
Snub nose thirty eights
We'd pull our triggers slowly
On our late night office dates
Icy relations
Best to thaw with a candle
Than a flame thrower
afternoon stroll then
cabin repose succumbed to
proffered lily
Resources soiled
Bottled water and canned food
Air will be sold soon
Melancholia
Wafts over me
Scant evidence found
Searching the library
Fills me with
Vellichor
For my long lost
Manticor
I got a boulder
On my shoulder trying to crush
Me as I moulder
It's what I can do
As I try to mitigate
Sorrows of the world
Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.
the poll for the day
asked, "Do people care about
other's opinions?"
Behaving selcouth
Is so last century lad
Cut straight to uncouth
Hawk Skylark's selcouth
mood made the castle wenches
scramble for cover
Talked with an old friend
About species return to
Our sprawling city
As children there was
Few fauna to be found here
Not forest preserve
Not in our nearby
Neglected river and park
Just pigeons and carp
No longer the case
Deer, bass, and herons. Oh my
In friendly confines
Today on the El
After our talk I saw what
First seemed a pigeon
Perched on train platform
Until I saw the profile
Predator. Beak. Eyes.
Large red brown feathers
Plume and talons on display
Avian hunter
Urban red-tailed hawk
Scanning for her next repast
No pigeon is she
Her conspicuous instance
Went a long way to activating my agency
A Scroll Threw Life 