chickens and the cost of empire come home to roost in the wreckage
malignant pallor of festering hate wafts o'er our once fertile plains
A site of lush warmth Became a trigger sending A chill up my spine
False Evidence Appearing Real
Start small Double down Repeat early Repeat often Lie like a rug Buy allegiance Bourne of panic False alarm Fear solidifies Then deliver the Coup de grace
In the future our garbage will be their treasure Our valuables will be the be bane of their existence.
Lounging lackadaisically On my perception cloud Proximity alert triggers Furtively I reach out Fingers trace the Objet de Arte To become my Objet de Desir
Another example of humans humaning. Just great big bundles of cognitive dissonance.
Paradise in peril? Let them stew in their own nest. It's their cauldron now.
Try me a river. I'll try a river for you. When no try. No do.
Phrazez that Payzez
People without boundaries "I'm cold, so you should put on a sweater." Abby's mom. Ordinary Unhappiness Podcast.
Today I am radiating all that I have done leading up to today. In that way I can dissipate the cumulative and pent up vapors of the past to leave me cool and ready to receive the heat build up from the friction of entering another day.
the poll for the day asked, "Do people care about other's opinions?"
Behaving selcouth Is so last century lad Cut straight to uncouth
Hawk Skylark's selcouth mood made the castle wenches scramble for cover
Talked with an old friend About species return to Our sprawling city
As children there was Few fauna to be found here Not forest preserve
Not in our nearby Neglected river and park Just pigeons and carp
No longer the case Deer, bass, and herons. Oh my In friendly confines
Today on the El After our talk I saw what First seemed a pigeon
Perched on train platform Until I saw the profile Predator. Beak. Eyes.
Large red brown feathers Plume and talons on display Avian hunter
Urban red-tailed hawk Scanning for her next repast No pigeon is she
Her conspicuous instance Went a long way to activating my agency
Do I sculpt karma Or is it in DNA Raven knows for sure
long blond animal melody of our motion to a band she loved
Biscuit the raven frisky frolic memories of my long blond muse
my older siblings by nearly a decade would taunt without mercy using a made up slur which would send me into a tantrum
It's meaning unknown by all of us, even them still wounded me deep then parental discipline ended their bullying glee
but they scribbled it all over the basement walls now etched in my soul I'm forever an "oottsie" whatever that may mean
scarred for life you say perhaps, but I have my doubts even a made up word an "oottsie" I may be but nobody likes a whiner
Out of my past block I sculpt a possible me Oh what shall I be
As the closing act on a sea Of floating possibilities Passion tsunami opportunities When me and you were a we Waning hormonal machinations Eleventh hour oscillations Karma brought us together In the nick of time Just under the wire Our epic encores set us free
A Scroll Threw Life 