Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
When everything seems superfluous
Nothing could be more succinct
Than a well placed pejorative
To punctuate the current buffoonery
Put on display for the world to see
By the bloated corrupt personification
Of everything that’s wrong with us
“Oh fuddles!” Say I.
“Fuddles!”
Quatrain away on the thin ice of a new way
Hum my song of say about tales of yesterday
Thinking thing thoughts of axis spin du jour might bring
Rouse my weary ways then go off and do that thing
Adrift in a maze
Color chaos confusion
Sensation overload
Input puerile diffusion
Perception palpation
Dewey Decimal suffusion
Helping to decrease the daze
Yet never ceasing to amaze
One is capable of flight
One knows it can't fly
He took a duck in the face
At two hundred and fifty knots
William Gibson knew that
He didn't warn Fabio
Because his book came out after the fact
But it became a survival mantra nonetheless
Even if that Pattern Recognition just won't fly
Remember to...
Seems like time for a refresher
These days we are not so much free to fly
But must be prepared to...
Feeling more like a sitting...
#YIKES
I'm the luckiest man in the world
For so long just giving things a whirl
My fun meter has been pegged in the red
Repairs are bound to cost some serious bread
Lifetime full of overdriven sounds and surrounds
With ringing ears and palpitating heart out of bounds
There's only one thing left to be said:
"What?"
What are your biggest challenges?
reset
recycle
rejoin
reply
repost
redeem
repeat
repartee
Clearly my reset is on repeat
Pete and Re-Pete
coherent states sell
inherent suspicions to
incipient beliefs
With the winter solstice
Taking the holidays to reflect
On what artifacts to collect
For the year 2026
Frosty the Snowman
wins the snowball fight every
winter solstice night
we replaced being
humble with glorified fake
reality stars
slender limbs entwine
bind me with tight enrapture
trellis tied love vine
prefer a good blow
of snow to a shimmering
sheet of cold wet sleet
value not blooming
on social media vine
is being humble
gratitude given
for being watched over by
machine's loving grace
Beacon of false hope
Lantern for lustful lechers
White House Bordello
happy holidays
when the hydrangea of hope
blooms for scant moments
It's with gratitude
that the drinking lantern lights
for all winter trolls
A Scroll Threw Life 