Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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
From medieval power drinking
To Days of Wine and Roses
Bacchanals
Then Leaving Las Vegas
Now we all stay hydrated
Twenty four seven
With personal bottles of
Cool Cool Water
Water
Meanwhile in saloons it's
Guzzle Guzzle Guzzle
As they shove it down their muzzle
These are the words we like to hear
MORE BEER!
Maintenance drinking
Binge drinking
Drinking with intent
Or drinking in place
Temperance to tolerance
The bar bill for the signers
Of the Declaration of Independence
Was ginormous
Cruisin' & Boozin'
Through history it's clear
Spirits were everywhere
Even where they shouldn't be
Then there was my girl
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
Luck can be a friend
Luck can be a foe
It all just depends
On which way it goes
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.
The priesthood of the red robed Lobster cult in charge of the Inquisition said, “It wasn’t cruel to break someone on the wheel.” With a labyrinth of pious accusations and rationalizations they would soak the ground with the blood of the yellow robed Crab cult. This ushered in the rocking age of Blue Oyster cult.
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
A Scroll Threw Life 