Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Living on the fuzzy boundary of could've, should've, and would've.
I'm over my head
Taken the plunge and let go
Awash in living
tabula rasa
rebounding round my noggin
echolalia
peel the onion skin
lay bare layer by layer
hot tears tear my eyes
Do I sculpt karma
Or is it in DNA
Raven knows for sure
long blond animal
melody of our motion
to a band she loved
Biscuit the raven
frisky frolic memories
of my long blond muse
my older siblings
by nearly a decade would
taunt without mercy
using a made up slur which
would send me into a tantrum
It's meaning unknown
by all of us, even them
still wounded me deep
then parental discipline
ended their bullying glee
but they scribbled it
all over the basement walls
now etched in my soul
I'm forever an "oottsie"
whatever that may mean
scarred for life you say
perhaps, but I have my doubts
even a made up word
an "oottsie" I may be but
nobody likes a whiner
Out of my past block
I sculpt a possible me
Oh what shall I be
As the closing act on a sea
Of floating possibilities
Passion tsunami opportunities
When me and you were a we
Waning hormonal machinations
Eleventh hour oscillations
Karma brought us together
In the nick of time
Just under the wire
Our epic encores set us free
The Trader Joe’s parking lot bench with long ago May flowers
I rummage about
In rubbish I've left behind
The frolics of yore
The many sheets from before
Bits and bytes of things to come
Stacks of melted wax
The mess of cassette formats
All shapes and sizes
Twentieth century discs
Magneto stuff lost in mists
All up in the cloud
Or that's what I have been told
Digital rummage
NFTs now will be sold
Just like the tulips of old
No lugging required
Paper trail's have long been trashed
Memories now stored
By our server overlords
Just one EMP away
Remember: A.I. thinks the word “memories” has four syllables. They are: me-m-o-ries. 🤣
I saw
People I knew
Some alive
Some dead
Some like the cat
Both states are true
Until I take a peek
At the obits
Rustling newspaper
Read with dread
Nevermore
Now I seek
Dirge diving
Off the cold ledge
Of a search engine portal
All this because
Of another
Dream dredge
The culmination
Of eighty years
Full access
Multipass
To the best things
Money can buy
Offered up
By our culture
In this phase
Of civilization
Has facilitated
Into being
Foisted upon
The whole world
For all to see
Our very own
Homegrown
Abomination
I watch minimal opinions
Floating on subliminal water
Of my existence
From my point of view
On my timeline
In my right now
My mind wonders
I flush
Where did they come from
Where are they going
Then I wipe my mind
Move to my next point of view
A sorcery full of secrets
Full up to the brim
With milk of human malign
Or dandelion wine
Slopping over the rim
Whether to right a wrong
Or to wrong a right
Pick your assignment
Change the weather
Change the channel
Mumble a chant
Bang a gong
Sing a song
Even if you can't
Black cat moan
Depends on the saucer
Depends on the milk
Depends on the sorcerer
It's all in the spell
Drizzle Drazzle Druzzle Drome
Tone deaf
No rhythm
Left footed
Stumble bum
Dilettante
Hey That's Me !
In spite of all that, music has played an important part throughout my life.
Sure it was a church choir, garage band guitarist, high school, college, community productions. Musical theater singer, dancer, and actor in front of big and small crowds alike. I even got paid for a summer acting gig once. Not musical, but since I’m bragging. . .
What I did get paid for and quite well thank you was as a film, video, and digital editor. There I orchestrated numerous medlies of picture, voice, music, and sound effects many times over many years. If there is no music in the way the pictures flow before the eye and the dialog plays to the ear then it’s back to the cutting room.
See Ma, I didn’t waste my entire youth on trivial pursuits.
It also has taught me my most important skill.
I listen
I just love this performance and song 😍
The fire of time
Gives all
An incandescent glow
From down
Deep in the soul
Making us
The lambent light
For all insight
It took two bellhops
Four trips up four flights of stairs
To my fourth floor flop
Left stacked at the door was all
My emotional luggage.
some appear to want
to cease our #interregnum
which spanned o'er our land
seventeen seventy six
until twenty twenty four
because how we roll
spin pitch and yaw through our space
lucky to live on
a planet so nice we get
equinox equinox twice
This ain't no time to clown
So the doctor ordered
A #sempiternal epidural
The perfect reality bevel
For us to slide on down
To the next worse level
Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
Is there such a thing
as good #grief? Healthy maybe.
Cathartic perhaps.
Therapeutic even. But
good grief! No way! Nay I say.
Black markets arise
Gangsters and Banksters take #joy
Fleecing has begun
Bribery is legal and
Extortion is a virtue
when a senile old
man makes this amount of #noise
by setting his farts
aflame on the worldwide stage
something's seriously wrong
Pix and trk
X marks the spot
Where two smackers met
Hear squawk box pop
Another X
On mag stripe stock
Line them up
Cut it quick
Splice it good
Rewind table spin
Crank for all you're worth
Split reel chatter
Spinning on the shaft
Four gang synchronizer clatter
Time to serve up hot
Dailies on the platter
Rushes always rush for
Client projection screening
Should reels misalign
There'll be lots of screaming
Assistant editor blame fodder
Becomes main subject of malign
It's called puttin' in your time
A Scroll Threw Life 