Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
When the cuddles start
to curdle it's ghost time for
Ash or for Ashley
the things from the past
that would make my blood curdle
now part of the game
poking the ash heap
of yesterdays smoldering
discontent bonfire
bound to ignite another
self-righteous conflagration
her florid perfume
now wafts through my mind rooms like
a hyacinth ghost
Administration
Will heretofore be known as
Clash of the Minions
Chickens coming home to roost
another relic
whining about being caught
in a surveillance
web of their own spinning used
to entrap the rest of us
Just another Companion of the Hellhounds psychonaut podcaster relic
seditious relic
seedlings try to avoid the
#clash between what they
say the rest of us should do
and what they don't do daily
Take a peek at the beak to tell a crow from a raven forevermore
It's Monday morning
So time to get your crow on
My fine haiku peeps
🐦⬛
fresh wind is welcome
under the blankets after
night chill hot air fill
be careful with whom
you #associate with in
waxing fascist times
Chill of a night kill
Watch Associate eat crow
Wash it down with bile
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me.
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life
Professional life
Business life
Financial life
Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
When I die your life will pass before my eyes.
🛩Meanwhile, Keep Em Flying 🛩
roving gangs of geese
murder chickens by the pond
crime wave gone a fowl
cooled air roller rink
outside humid August night
cold tempest hot storm
all bets have been placed
good or graft on the table
time to show our hand
All ready to reap
Stinky havoc he'll now wreak
As his reek wafts through
Phrazez that Payzez:
Pinned on the fangs of a cottonmouth.
Buckled like a horseshoe belt.
Turn my gallows walk
Into a pleasant stroll
Remembering things
I didn't notice at the time
One of my only regrets
I think
So many things hurt
I stopped dealing with the pain
Learned to be the pain
presenting my new
improved Spud Deluxe spring sky
potato launcher
From mercurial
To mundane maliciousness
A rogues gallery
Narcissistic Neo Con
Nepo Babies on parade
Pressed into service
New recruitment quota met
They sail at sunrise
Misspell things often
Life's too short to sweat spelling
That's my kind of spell
Only takes a peek
No vigil necessary
To see the abyss
Looming up before us all
Executive malfeasance
South Carolina
Militia invades DC
Fort Sumter Redux?
it just isn't right
everything's done out of spite
let alone normal
An incessant buzz
Of lies since February
But this too shall pass
The melting pot lie
Sold to all for years on end
See it effervesce
Watch it seethe up and bubble
In all it's grievance glory
Memory's embrace
Woe to the misbegotten
Moments to forget
Nature's alchemy
Transforms a once chill plump plum
To a wrinkly prune
Today's talking points:
Semi bionic A.I.
buffoonish retorts
Again found lacking
In all clutch situations
Sir Submission kneels
bad seed germinates
abject moral turpitude
freedom's slow decay
A Scroll Threw Life 