Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
so much delight for
the taking, yet so little
partaken today
me
1. Aurora: The sound a lion makes
2. Argument: Something to augment a supposition
3. Blessing: Opposite of messing
4. Smack: A cereal abuser
5. Embarrassment: The hills they put under railroad tracks
6. Prickle: A pickle that made poor life choices
7. Bloat: An inflatable raft
8. Coalition: A compressed energy source
9. Barrel: Run headstrong into a supposition
10. Zeal: What some folks do to their spuds and others don’t
It didn't cast a shadow
no matter how deeply dreamt
fuzzy round the edges
light source of diffusion
found serenity in the center
twixt parted pink curtains
clutched within silken walls
slippery from delusion
became my epitaph
after the last plunge
now I don't cast a shadow
the gift of silence
switching off outrage machine
not keeping score of
politicians and pundits
lighting their farts in public
As the sun comes up,
Temperatures go down
Fueling the ice water
Coursing through my veins
Even the heat of the moment
Won't warm my cold heart
Heavy curtains over windows
May be able to keep the cold out
But at the same time let no light in
To my little world of give and take
There was an awkward shuffling
As the punch cards hit the floor
Reel to reel
Punch tapes
Cassette tapes
Rocking grooves of all sizes
Disks both floppy and hard
Cards
SSDs
A.I. drooled, guffawed, and snorted
“I’ll take this mess and get it sorted”
It’s ravenous maw gobbled ’em up
A Scroll Threw Life 