Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
If these walls could speak
I'd get a case of the creeps
Then head for the hills
We all have options
Though some choose to remain blind
To auxiliaries
No weak tea for me
Give me a hot withering
Cup of black coffee
speak your opinion
social media tea spill
with every posting
mind your own business option
flies right out of the window
I've come to the conclusion
This reality business
Ain't all it's cracked up to be
lawyers and the law
make a loophole in the yarn
find the knit to pick
rake leaves to the curb
pile them high and light them
once upon a time
bonfires between the parked cars
autumn in the big city
spin the ripping yarn
in half baked reality
around the campfire
rake the ants over the coals
making them all cry "Uncle !"
Not enough substance
Too much faux admiration
Potemkin pillage
"More weight" I sally
Pressed with daily data dumps
Gravity's deep crush
I spent too much time
goal setting then forgot the
most important part
With each passing day
I crush longevity goal
But pine for the fjords
Conservatives seem
keen to conserve the child bride
practices of yore
New issue du jour
Just like that of yesterday
Just gets creepier
Crack A.I. machine
Let the oily rust sap seep
On the killing floor
social media's
keen to sap an issue til
it begins to rust
We are all cast adrift on a sea of servers.
Caught the lust transport
One last sweet ride together
Boarded eagerly
Unrequited gaffes
Left to gnaw my insides out
Echoes of my maw
wipers slap out time
a long road with a short rote
still slippery when wet
Classic bait and switch
Promise everything up front
Deliver nothing
Is it a science?
Or a very strict art form?
It's all sorrow bonds
Alternate version
Once upon an edit suite
Spliced my way to bliss
On wings of false hope
Soar over cloud peaks of pain
Impending doom lands
winter moon edit
balanced science on cloud peaks
changing with each peek
Cogito hill climb
Drop my morning bucket down
Hilltop haiku well
First snow has become
Hard crumbly grey ground cover
Crunchy trails for me
with all the criming
multiplied by the number
of lies being told
little wonder trust total
adds up to great big zero
keeping the lost boys
in never never land was
easy for Wendy
demented dotard
living in his head spun myth
believes his own hype
sadly too many others
say they believe it as well
behind fractal mask
lost archaic secret maths
spin reality
Persona mask drop
Never beats a real myth
Like paradise lost
tally the win loss
columns of infinity
I will break even
breaking even in
infinite win loss columns
eventually
Takes a fair measure
Comparing personal loss
To that of others
Except never seen as fair
While only rarely to scale
by any metric
need a new criterion
just to measure up
Watch children fading
Into what was memories
Cherish then release
fading children growth
is a way to measure their
loss to adulthood
eleventh hour
on the eleventh day of
the eleventh month
delight in written
literature has enchanted
me with each page turn
so much "winning" with
jarring hypocrisy on
unabashed display
enjoy patio
fireplace before it gets
just too darn cold here
jarring liturgy
literature tossed in fireplace
on truth's patio
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