Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
I fully exercise my brood
First thing in the mourn
Dark and murky coffee brewed
Radical free verse bourne
Haiku Tanka Senryu cadence
Drives morning muse stance dance
Since my brood is grown and gone
Performed with no one looking on
Can execute with awkward impunity
Brewed in social media immunity
From dark brooding brew confusion
A day of perpetually amused infusion
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
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.
A Scroll Threw Life 