Many years ago
I packed up all my troubles
In an old kit bag
It was too heavy for me
So left it on the roadside
I feel terrible
Not only for littering
But for who finds it
I bet they thought it was cash
Woe and misery instead
Tag: RDP
Lizzie
Not In Your Ears
Jean Genie
Brewed

I fully exercise my brood
First thing in the mourn
Dark and murky coffee brewed
Radical free verse bourne
Haiku Tanka Senryu cadence
Drives morning muse stance dance
Since my brood is grown and gone
Performed with no one looking on
Can execute with awkward impunity
Brewed in social media immunity
From dark brooding brew confusion
A day of perpetually amused infusion
Luck of the Irish
Wordle
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Detached
Ambivalent
Neutral
That's how I feel
About today's Wordle
Wordle 1,452 X/6
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So many words
So few spaces
Played with
No protection
No strategy
No googling
No hints
Played like I play golf
The more swings
The more fun
The more words
The more better

Too many words
Idling in my noggin
Not in Park
But in Neutral
Better than Reverse
One
Two
Three on my tree

Rationalization you say
Obstinate maybe
Blown clutch perhaps
Detached
Ambivalent
Neutral
Fortunately all with
Too many letters
To be a Wordle answer
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Divide

Wedge
A simple machine
Used by early humans.
To do
Useful things for all
Still used today
To do
Useful things for some
Control.
Divide.
Conquer.
Sow distrust
Of those you should trust
Buy solutions
From those you shouldn't
Just keep on buying
What they're selling
Then fight each other
Over leavings.
So people
Stay in their place.
So people
Know their place.
In the American scheme

Or maybe I’ll just have another slice of the pie. I remember having long discussions with New Yorkers, I was working with, about pizza. Not about virtues, quality, or flavors; but about presentation. Many thin crust pizza around here are cut into squares, which incensed the New Yorker contingent, because they’re felt a pizza pie should be cut into wedges. They felt that it was the telos of a pie and not the logos of pie eating. Or some such nonsense. Keep in mind these were advertising pukes.

Goals

As long as I inhale
I shall continue to inspire
Inspiration
Hold on to the aspire
To soak in the
Aspiration
Living with the knowledge
That my unreasonable
Expectations
Have often led me
Down the path
Of irrational
Exuberance
As long as I can
Stay immune from efforts
To yuck my yum
Until I expire
Expiration
On my last exhale
My current yearly aspiration is to write a ….

Lies

Be there in a
Just a
Wait a
In a
Gotta a
Be back in a
Second
A primary lie
To the penultimate lie
It'll only take a
Minute
That's why my preferred unit of time is
Shakes of a lamb's tale






