Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
It didn't cast a shadow
no matter how deeply dreamt
fuzzy round the edges
light source of diffusion
found serenity in the center
twixt parted pink curtains
clutched within silken walls
slippery from delusion
became my epitaph
after the last plunge
now I don't cast a shadow
the gift of silence
switching off outrage machine
not keeping score of
politicians and pundits
lighting their farts in public
As the sun comes up,
Temperatures go down
Fueling the ice water
Coursing through my veins
Even the heat of the moment
Won't warm my cold heart
Heavy curtains over windows
May be able to keep the cold out
But at the same time let no light in
To my little world of give and take
Not sure about this passion stuff
Seems the plaything of the martyr
Running from too tough to too rough
I'll stick with good old fashion fervor
Even that may be a bit off the cuff
Perhaps I'll just have a pint of ardor
Then retire when I've had enough
We met in a dream.
Seems the pleasure was all mine
Where are my manners?
Now that we are both awake
Back to our scheduled nightmare
There was an awkward shuffling
As the punch cards hit the floor
Reel to reel
Punch tapes
Cassette tapes
Rocking grooves of all sizes
Disks both floppy and hard
Cards
SSDs
A.I. drooled, guffawed, and snorted
“I’ll take this mess and get it sorted”
It’s ravenous maw gobbled ’em up
Frizzle Frazzle Frumph
I think I've had just enough
Slicked back battle fur
Missing whiskers. Outcast stoop.
Back to the shadows again
once in a dream 🐸 of a rainforest where 🐸 people were pouring water
over my back 🐸 stretched out on a cruel rack 🐸 the water dripped to the ground
a frog would sprout 🐸 with each drop on the earth 🐸 combo platter night before
TV viewing 🐸 Wheel of Time Lost in Space 🤖 danger Moiraine Damodred
Once I had a guide
Lead me through perilous lands
Ill advised choices
Never there. Then went poof
Deserted and despondent
left brain talks to right
makes up stories to guide it
follows bad advice
from a wise and trusted guide
that was never there at all
Alternate timelines
Theory used to guide thousands
Thick plot twists feeding
Episodic syfy shows
Ad nauseam operas
She became my guide
To places and sensations
Once only dreamt of
standing
at the apex
of an emotional
cul de sac
at the edge
of an arete
the minor goddess
Arete appealed
to my innate
sense of #arete
to step back
not to kiss her
with a ...
Teetering between hope and dread
The national #ambience reflects
Bloated corrupt personification
Of everything wrong in our head
Past sets the table's vibration
Climate repast served piping hot
We need a new aura menu soon
Or we'll keep getting what we got
#autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
parking in a forest preserve
after a double date
the chorus of our
collective youthful #ardor
spilled out the car windows
into the surrounding trees
sending all little furry critters
scampering for safe harbor
Redeeming #attributes everywhere
Yet not a single one to share
I know redemption doesn't sell
Cause the algorithm told me so
It's the only way to tell
Media fodder #puzzle of the day:
If it thinks
If it slinks
If it stinks
Like garbage.
Then what is it?
decaf coffee left
me #hollow and cold even
if filled to the rim
A Scroll Threw Life 