Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
exposition makes
my eyes glaze over that's why
I do the haiku
when the whip comes down
every gash from the lash gives
laughs to Slash the Clown
Cardinal Fang to
Bishop Slash, "Let the dogma
glaze commence at once."
"Got em riled up good."
The Doyen told the Doyenne
"Time to slither out"
public and private
deeply imbedded in us
waste fraud and abuse
Night moves on cool grass
Til cops spotlight shone on us
Long ago hot night
seems like all the dark
in all the shadows wants to
spill out all at once
floating on a raft
of graft, war profiteers are
cashing in big time
red-winged black bird nests
fills the shoreline with joyous
distinctive bird song
The way of life is transformational
Not exclusionary
naked and displayed
murder primates of earth have
shed their human skin
He thinks Joseph Stalin was a good man.
Says he did some good things for the Chinese.
This is the sort of thing that makes one grateful for semi-consciousness
this ain't gunna be
no sprint, it's a cross country
long haul muddy slog
mosquitos plotting
no more cold night genocide
electro warfare
activate the larvae guard
bug zapper suicide charge
Each choice. Each moment.
Molds a moment of its own.
Shape-shifting streaming.
Feel the cruel beat
Of loud war drums on the field
Don't lose the back beat
Breath of the tall grass
Lose yourself to the swaying
Lie in the tall grass
Watch dark smoke clouds roll on by
Duck and cover life
Goals are very clear
Fuel the magic mirror
Showing things to take
That other people make
whose job will it be
to scrape the remnants of
our constitution
off military windscreen
of it's short lived history
grounded corporeal
vessel on shopping mall reef
of consumerism
the natty flea flies
out without it’s overcoat
in a flea-brained flight
a fortuitous
well timed flip can make or break
societies yoke
I’ve noted that when
a conservative bangs on
about having #skin
in the game it’s always our
skin in their rigged corrupt game
some podcasts make you
take the gish gallop challenge
turn nonsense to sensem
typical response
to unwanted advances
is cold as shaved ice
Spending time doing things I know I can’t do.
Some people are working very hard to make a future that would feel very much at home in the past.
For immediate release:
Proud recipient a Small Lifetime Achievement Medal
in 2025 Extreme Existence Mismanagement Games
Time to update my résumé
End brain defragmentation program
creep, the creeping creep’s
cootie constellation choir
croaks conspiracies
when we all try to
dance to a different tune
it’s best to spread out
Holly Roller was
disco inferno hot that
night on the dance floor
Every single day
M.A.A.A. works overtime
To Make America Ashamed Again
Melting of sense into nonsense
Messenger for the burning agony. The Red Book
Bees fueled by pollen
Transform nectar to honey
Oatmeal sweetener
more a rictus grin
than a smile when Congress makes
laws they do not read
Better to transcend.
A cherished life of chaos
Than to rewind it
popping p's
with each rant pant
thick mike screen
couldn't stop
each pent up pop
from booming
out the loud speaker
after a pint or three
went to the river
to take a punt
to a temp pont
to get across for
elocution lessons
Went out for a pint
Back to mine for a nice pant
Sweet pent up release
With a satisfying punt
Over a pont to a dream
Swaddled in cheap grace
Faux pious Senator shills
Her tooth fairy brand
a friend knows when two
bee there when they need two bee
and when not two bee
perpetuating
the mix up that messed us up
most egregiously
damn a waterfall
feed the patch work quilt of our
hungry power grid
adding to A.I.
mix misanthropic haiku
hoopla just for kicks
add misanthropic
haiku hoopla hijinks to
a.i. mix for kicks
Zero sum algorithm
Antisocial media
Syncopated holy hymn
Full frenzied feedia
Up on the down beat
Upbeat down with resolve
Lost in the repeat
Off center reality dissolve
Freaky Friday show finality
Still looking for #sum-one
To wrap up with banality
While just having some fun
Seems when I uplift
Reality windshear sends
A tailspin tomb tome
as I pore over
volumes of forgotten lore
forgot to bookmark 🔖
A Bloody Mary
Moth on it's celery stalk
Is it an omen 🪬
Old pump organ play
Pull out one stop at a time
To find my timbre
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
The weasel with the
easel was no Paladin.
Always ready to
connect with Botticelli
babes eager to misbehave
A Scroll Threw Life 