A lost thoroughfare
Rambled over confusion
Fever dream sickness
An emotional wasteland
To a silent cul de sac
Thoroughfare
Tag: senryu
Bathtub
Cloudy. Lukewarm. Grey.
With a fine sheen of soap scum
Bathtub stained and dank
Families weekly bath water
One tub a week from now on
Collar
Black velvet choker
Embracing elegant neck
Framed with long blonde locks
Is not a proper collar
More of a symbolic one
Conjure
As I lay sleeping
I conjure rewritten past
Makes it seem better
Gulped off the half shell of me
My rationalization
Thread
Like a mosquito
Able to needle the thread
Up my baggy pants
Delivered an itchy bite
On a most indiscrete bit
Silence
the gift of silence
switching off outrage machine
not keeping score of
politicians and pundits
lighting their farts in public
On Schedule
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
Visitation Eve
Three wise guys showed up
With former partner moaning
Rattling life chains
Fugetaboutit was first
Repast from the distant past
Then arrived Liveit
Or Livewithit in a blink
As an instant wink
Hovering in the doorway
Was you know who arriving
Imminent glory
Dontworryaboutit now
Pay for it later
Wide open to interpret
Past Present Future
Guide Posts
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
Partly Blue Sky IV
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 