Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
I love my wind chimes
I hate my neighbors wind chimes
My stuff and your shit
lift of life makes me
soar upon wings of desire
to swoop from above
down into beloved arms
that swaddle my poor sore soul
susurrus soar through
the corridors of my mind
where howls once echoed
Fatherly advice.
Go do something even if
it's wrong. Point taken.
James Joyce — 'Every bond is a bond to sorrow.'
A pinch of this a
dash of that plus a skosh of
whatever. Netflix.
opaque to many
to just as many it's clear
the rest pay no mind
primordial soup
a little dab'll do ya
greasy kid stuff spark
Pinch both sides of path
Primordial Sun Flower
It's clear. Us or them
I keep my eyes shut
Reverse blink on occasion
Surprises abound
See who will blink first
Boon for big dry eye pharma
Call your broker now
He is a manufacturer of images
And is very much removed from the truth - Plato
Have care packages
A positive attitude
Hunting for goodwill
Rip it to shreds
Your intellectual pieces
Of hypothetical thesis
Since it's Father's Day
I'll be putting up a shelf
Crooked as I please
exposition makes
my eyes glaze over that's why
I do the haiku
when the whip comes down
every gash from the lash gives
laughs to Slash the Clown
Cardinal Fang to
Bishop Slash, "Let the dogma
glaze commence at once."
"Got em riled up good."
The Doyen told the Doyenne
"Time to slither out"
public and private
deeply imbedded in us
waste fraud and abuse
Night moves on cool grass
Til cops spotlight shone on us
Long ago hot night
seems like all the dark
in all the shadows wants to
spill out all at once
floating on a raft
of graft, war profiteers are
cashing in big time
red-winged black bird nests
fills the shoreline with joyous
distinctive bird song
The way of life is transformational
Not exclusionary
naked and displayed
murder primates of earth have
shed their human skin
He thinks Joseph Stalin was a good man.
Says he did some good things for the Chinese.
This is the sort of thing that makes one grateful for semi-consciousness
this ain't gunna be
no sprint, it's a cross country
long haul muddy slog
mosquitos plotting
no more cold night genocide
electro warfare
activate the larvae guard
bug zapper suicide charge
Each choice. Each moment.
Molds a moment of its own.
Shape-shifting streaming.
Feel the cruel beat
Of loud war drums on the field
Don't lose the back beat
Breath of the tall grass
Lose yourself to the swaying
Lie in the tall grass
Watch dark smoke clouds roll on by
Duck and cover life
Goals are very clear
Fuel the magic mirror
Showing things to take
That other people make
whose job will it be
to scrape the remnants of
our constitution
off military windscreen
of it's short lived history
grounded corporeal
vessel on shopping mall reef
of consumerism
the natty flea flies
out without it’s overcoat
in a flea-brained flight
a fortuitous
well timed flip can make or break
societies yoke
I’ve noted that when
a conservative bangs on
about having #skin
in the game it’s always our
skin in their rigged corrupt game
some podcasts make you
take the gish gallop challenge
turn nonsense to sensem
typical response
to unwanted advances
is cold as shaved ice
Spending time doing things I know I can’t do.
Some people are working very hard to make a future that would feel very much at home in the past.
For immediate release:
Proud recipient a Small Lifetime Achievement Medal
in 2025 Extreme Existence Mismanagement Games
Time to update my résumé
End brain defragmentation program
creep, the creeping creep’s
cootie constellation choir
croaks conspiracies
when we all try to
dance to a different tune
it’s best to spread out
Holly Roller was
disco inferno hot that
night on the dance floor
Every single day
M.A.A.A. works overtime
To Make America Ashamed Again
Melting of sense into nonsense
Messenger for the burning agony. The Red Book
A Scroll Threw Life 