Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
when the liminal
becomes the subcarrier
signal waves bye-bye
as the earth leans in
cry not for shrinking daylight
embrace the darkness
Tipped on its axis
The drunk world slurs it's solstice
Planetary binge
Celestial power drinking
Earth wobbles out of control
I remember when police wore shirts to work
For most of my life
It ran in strict parallel
Within it's privileged shell
Course change late strife
Dragged its slimy trail
To intersect our tale
It proceeded to foist
Mealy mouthed and moist
It's fetid festering soul
A global hairy mole
No channel change
Can stop the strange
Geezer cynic shouts
"Let's get ready to grumble!"
Complaining ensues
first mash them all up
heat and serve in a big bowl
fresh hot tea peas soup
And then I heard that grapes were just hemorrhoids on a stick. Put me right off wine for a while.
Statistically I may have twenty years. That's because I'm the luckiest man in the world. But all the things i learned in my first twenty years were the best. So the best is yet to come.
A Scroll Threw Life 