Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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Every time I bake
Every move I shake
Every step I make
Every walk I take
I'll be limping badly
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Some decades better
Some decades later
Every painful patter
Every other step matter
I'll be limping badly
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That's the walk I've walked
Forty five years now
Looking for the next place
To stream my consciousness
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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 ….
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
Oh, you mean that time. Not to be confused with this time, out of time, Miller Time, or Hammer Time. Not to mention Morris Day and The Time.
It was a different time
So excuse me while I take this time to do the ramble. I miss the arbitrary reckoning of big hand is here and the little hand is there; as opposed to the empiricism of the digital display. Or the solidity of everything happening everywhere all at once hypothesis. Times arrow. Time slip. How many times has this happened before. Déjà-vu all over. So many hypotheses, so little time. Or too much time? Time is what you make of it. If you spend that much time counting, or making time, it may leave too little time for anything else.
Do you remember the past?
Do you remember the future?
Forget it!
But there is always time for Pink. But which one is Pink this time.
Time for me to give my brain a time out.
P.S. as a child my mother would talk about punching out of work. I imagined a first fight everyday at the time clock to leave the factory. 🕓
the anatomy
of an anomaly chops
reality norms
to tiny pieces spread out
on life's charcuterie board
It has been
My experience
When the people
That own the straws
Make us all
Draw straws
Everybody draws
The short straw
Except for them
That will be the way
Until the final straw
Is drawn.
Taken from where the missile base once was but is now a bird sanctuary🐦⬛
Montrose trolley bus
Before the sun rises up
Fish off the jetty
Not any jetty
This was the Montrose horseshoe
Near the Nike base
Caught so many perch
Also some hefty salmon
But most times caught zip
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
Black velvet choker
Embracing elegant neck
Framed with long blonde locks
Is not a proper collar
More of a symbolic one
As I lay sleeping
I conjure rewritten past
Makes it seem better
Gulped off the half shell of me
My rationalization
A Scroll Threw Life 