
I'm adrift in a
sea of social media
sludge and balderdash
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

a gentle rooster
bursting sounds like an unsure
cock-a-doodle-doo
Quince will make you wince
No matter how fine you mince
Better off to smash
πΌI like to ride my
icicle π΅ I like to ride
my ice. πΆ π£Oof!!! Chillyπ₯Ά
In my cellular drive for entropy
Whether I like it or not
All things eventually rot
Consume
Eliminate
Reproduce
Maybe win a trophy
With a human face
For stacking things
On top of other things
Just trying to leave a trace
Poe smoking Raven?
Said the white rabbit de jour
Still nevermore sure

the tea has been spilled
relations have nicely chilled
the marriage was killed
Ah the good old days. When friends would come down the gangway and shout:
“Yo Pete….er, come out and play!”
α¦ΰΌΌ ~ β’Μ β β’Μ ~ ΰΌ½α€

why be clear when I
have so many English words
to obfuscate with

try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way
now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations
α(ββΈβΌβΆ)α
The last thing I shout as I fall into bed after a long day of chopping wood
[nudge nudge wink wink]
α(ββΈβΌβΆ)α

early winter dusk mythos has the voice of a fashion model who is taken to drink and turning tricks. nothing beats a real myth bourne of chilly north winds blow sweeping rationality away from the glow of the warmth around the hearth authentic in its cloying heat keeping passion kindled through the drafty night