Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
It's quite the travail
To hack through the wilderness
With all this baggage
Watch it develop
Snapshot taken of my soul
Shows where I have been
It's in the dosage
All things can become toxic
Even detoxing
Written June 7, 2024
Recalled for Memorial Day
Eighty years ago
yesterday, my father paid
a surprise visit
To Normandy's shores.
Took no selfies. Stayed awhile.
Came back. Told no tales.
things that dwell in me
are fine, things that lurk within
are what troubles me
Not joined at the hip.
Tickle my seclusion would
describe her visits.
It could be said that
Don, the ne'er-do-well narwhal
was long in the tooth
now to become a
fully imagined human
instance by using
scrolling data and shifting
curves the good old fashioned way
My very first toot:
Oh, you mean that time. Not to be confused with this time, out of time, Miller Time, or Hammer Time. Not to mention Morris Day and The Time.
It was a different time
So excuse me while I take this time to do the ramble. I miss the arbitrary reckoning of big hand is here and the little hand is there; as opposed to the empiricism of the digital display. Or the solidity of everything happening everywhere all at once hypothesis. Times arrow. Time slip. How many times has this happened before. Déjà-vu all over. So many hypotheses, so little time. Or too much time? Time is what you make of it. If you spend that much time counting, or making time, it may leave too little time for anything else.
Do you remember the past?
Do you remember the future?
Forget it!
But there is always time for Pink. But which one is Pink this time.
Time for me to give my brain a time out.
P.S. as a child my mother would talk about punching out of work. I imagined a first fight everyday at the time clock to leave the factory. 🕓
In dog eat dog world
Feel the boneyard hounds snarling
Deep in your marrow
takes more than a skim
of the leaves off the surface
to make a pool clean
Poised on the cusp of
Bicuspid disaster I
Bite the jerky hard
Chased Sue around cause
Thought the memo said pursue
It was signed, Per Sue
things that I pursue
often start pursuing me
eventually
Dust in the wind is
like admiration on the
internet. Fleeting.
Big Bilious Bowel Movement Dumped on the Nation
Caught in a web of vendetta;
The fly knew more struggle.
More enwrapped.
This sort of spider wanted one recourse.
His narcissistic reflexology squeezed this way.
More dough for him and his.
Less for you and yours.
“Stay cool.”
Said the spider with a wheeze.
“It’s for your own good.”
such things cannot be
sufficiently despised is
the correct response
to corrupt actions taken
by despotic land grabbers
nineteen eighties greed
bonfire of the vanities
compared to today's
narcissistic avarice blaze
was a prescient flickering
Sealed maritime doom
For many wayward sailors
Elkie the Selkie
End morning mind defragmentation 08:34 AM
woke up after that
red red wine went you know where
broke my blue blue heart
So much ado
About bangs
About whimpers
In with a bang
Out with a whimper
Is still in
Is still out
Meanwhile
There will be bangs
There will be whimpers
a slip of the tongue
a nod and a wink and still
we are stuck with it
a slip of the tongue
exposed a nod and a wink
sold out in plain sight
With wine on our breath
We slip into old patterns
With but a whimper
Perfect recipe
To make the outrage cake rise
Is a touch of snark
Phrazez that Payzez
"Awash in a grand quantity of private torment "
The Ministry of Time
Kailiane Bradley
why smear facts around
when rumors spread and flower
out of every crack
Daily Skiptrace
tall boy
day drinking with geezers
one too many and forgot to mosey
yakking memories sweet and rosy
tall boy
Tossed one back and stumbled out
grabbed another for the ditch
made the patio wall in a pinch
tall boy
stretched out passed out
old timers slipped him a mickey
now play poker for his kidney
When focus is lost the whole world blurs into chaos
orientation
of the road means full blast force
when the north wind blow
profitable for
some to create problems that
you need defense from
there's a time to fight
then there's a time to take flight
timing must be right
The outside of a silhouette 🗣️ is where the real action happens
Toss a silhouette
On the cave wall. What's outside?
Track and hunt those beasts.
Seems like yesterday
We observed an equinox
Now a solstice comes
Juncos smack in the crisp cold
Dark eyes glitter in the snow
going from drastic
plastic to tragic tantric
tantrum terror plots
by bilious faux billionaires
serving sorrow by the sack
A Scroll Threw Life 