Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
memory held in
my private buffer is dear
to who I am now
missing the days when
the Wrigley Field ivy
was the main feature
not the slick corporate shill show
picking pockets of the fans
the clever swallow
flees a looming snow drift for
the southern sunshine
everything's okay
until it isn't can be
a bit of a stretch
being correct gives
lIttle consolation when
dumpster fires take
all the oxygen away
from candles of decency
take breadth of a breath
remember the cool evening
we spent together
Focus on the breath
Stretch your awareness inward
Consolation piece
current regime wants
to drown the public in dark
aphotic news zone
where no light sheds on their path
to enrich their shellfish selves
A dangerous game
I presume the position
See if she approves
cold night and day here
in the aphotic zone but
no flies I presume
plays it for swagger
not an obvious stagger
from the fright of blight
as the rainbow clock runs down
on his short timed existence
need to stagger the
fleeting peaks of joy to squelch
bombastic waveform
connection timed out
waiting for a single truth
to be forthcoming
Rainbow pot-o-gold
Home Depot home deplore decor
Painted plastic junk
Tasteless tacky faux pas fright
Gauche slapped over ketchup stains
I've come to the conclusion
This reality business
Ain't all it's cracked up to be
lawyers and the law
make a loophole in the yarn
find the knit to pick
rake leaves to the curb
pile them high and light them
once upon a time
bonfires between the parked cars
autumn in the big city
spin the ripping yarn
in half baked reality
around the campfire
rake the ants over the coals
making them all cry "Uncle !"
tally the win loss
columns of infinity
I will break even
breaking even in
infinite win loss columns
eventually
Takes a fair measure
Comparing personal loss
To that of others
Except never seen as fair
While only rarely to scale
by any metric
need a new criterion
just to measure up
Watch children fading
Into what was memories
Cherish then release
fading children growth
is a way to measure their
loss to adulthood
eleventh hour
on the eleventh day of
the eleventh month
Money laundering
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Suspicious pardons
Education in profits
Rob the poor. Give to the rich
One third will vote wrong
One third will vote correctly
One third won't bother
All thumbs round a tree
Mittens the woodpecker was...
A beak performer
like a woodpecker
on a computer punch card
is how some folks vote
watch inspiration
wither as the world intrudes
On my brain disk space
Red squares wither as brain disk defrag program runs
what began as an
experiment soon became
a new lifestyle choice
new horse wobbly legs
Like man chugging 40 ounce
Of Colt 45
A colt must first stand
Before it can take a run
At the old grey mare
experiment in
groan as each puffery piece
streamed for all to see
pride wither while prime dotard
is led about like a dog
Robert Oppenheimer
Felt he had become death
But I know
I have become cranky
The ginchiest
Saucer reflections
Like pansy petals reveal
An alien face
On the prowl for more subjects
Suitable for abduction
Interstellar grail
The frisbee flying saucer
Is headed our way
In the here and now
Maliciousness on the prowl
In crappy cosplay
Riffle sidewalk leaves on barren tree lined streets for October night prowl
My how you have grown
She said with a breathy moan
Eye flutter koan
Once upon a time
Dreamed the American Dream
Thought we had it all
But at the end of the line
Found the American Scheme
hanging by a thread
of their own self spun petard
silkworm takes the fall
There's many a shrine
Where the altar alter verse
Suborn the faithful
With beads, trinkets, and icons
Spun from whole cloth fantasies
cherished her as a
deluxe vintage vehicle
little slow to start
needed extra attention
but once running she would purr
fallen loose larva
seductive silkworm spinning
deluxe silk for all
who homage her fabric shrine
with many precious shekels
A Scroll Threw Life 