sail on the wave
study all the garden smells
bite before you speak
new palates in the castle
a sit down dinner for eight
Banquet
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B.S. Redux II
One thing is for sure;
When no bad decision goes
unmade, that's a clear
loud warning to the world that
I got my #mojo workin'
If you put an #apple on the top of your head, don’t be surprised if some bozo with a bow tries to shoot an arrow through it. Causation Correlation What do you think of them apples
#aware of a doomed
life lived confined within a
house of yellow leaves
Smeared over life's time mirror
On every surface in evening chambers
Smashed sconces
Broken bottles
Tumbled tumblers
Soiled sheets
Base fruit of nocturnal
Past amorous #alacrity clambers
parked out in the woods
the hunter's moon shining bright
teenage #ardor flowed
Too much rigidity
May maintain servility
While preying on fragility
Ushering in a proclivity
Towards delightful serendipity
Encouraging faux #avidity
Leading to soul's morbitity
Resulting in lividity
The seasonal tradition of bobbing for eels will be commencing shortly.
With the earth's life heat
Dispersed to the void of space
No longer #ablaze
Another sad dead planet
Stripped of it's resource and spark
Stop It
they go on and on
the energizer bunnies
reanimated
TV's #zombie opera plays
#boring me with plot pablum
Conjure
I conjure up my
greatest work of fiction self
story of my past
The thing I know for sure is how a film and track can be edited to tell a story in almost any way you wish. Fact and fiction spliced in any whimsically oppressive order to display a completely different timeline from the source. Ever shifting points of view filtered through hard won biases. Good thing memories are not like videotape playback. In fact memory is infinitely fungible. Just ask any eye witness three hours after any event.
Rewrite my fiction
Delete browser history
Refreshing new page
The word for today is Fiction! No, wait a minute, the word is real, but it’s fiction. OH man, no way to be clear. What’s your take on fiction? Is there any truth to it? Do you write it? Read it? Tell it? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag […]
RDP Tuesday! Fiction!
Dust Bunnies
tiny dust bunnies
under my bed bred into
one big dust devil
A little contemplation never hurt anyone.
Sure.
Go ahead.
Be contemplative.
Think before you move.
Look before you leap.
Stick your little toe in before you dive in.
Overthink.
Second guess.
Doublethink.
Double down
Third down
Fourth and long.
Monday morning quarterback.
Enough contemplating.
Now do something
Even if it’s wrong
Doing is better than not doing anything
Or is it?
Let me think about that for a while.
The Good Blur
Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.
No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.
Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.
The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.
Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.
Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.
Sort
Monday morning sort.
What to do? What to read? What
to post on my feed?
Amen
Haiku Peek-a-boo
So I’m sitting at my desk which is nowhere near as nice a desk as the RDP prompt desk picture, and with nowhere as nice a view as the said desk has. Instead I will regale my RDP friends with the stale crusts of my week of #haikufeels prompts instead.
SECRETE
watch the vile bile
ooze out that a nation tried
to secrete away
COMB
Comb over? Not me.
Back of head solar panel
keeps me charged all day
HOPE
I have lots of hope
The cynic in me says nope
My hope on a rope
ARCH
time to wake up now
arch my back, reach for the sky
the good morning stretch
ROLL
let the hype roll on
foolish twaddle cash spew, no
hobgoblin minds changed
FUSE
Never confuse a
fuse with a circuit breaker.
Result would shock you.
JOURNAL
my journal entry
was this; "pulling the bestial
towards the celestial"
Miscalculated Again
Every four years we add a whole day to our highly inaccurate timekeeping facade so our notion of a comfy ordered perfect universe won’t be shattered. Let’s make it a day to reflect upon the fact that the universe doesn’t behave as we’ve told ourselves it should.
Toreador Corridor
Great Expectorations
The thing about corridors
You want to be sure
You are on the right floor
Before you knock on one
Of the corridor's doors
But no matter which one
Don't spit on the floors
🎵
Corridor
Be on the right floor
Please use the cuspidor
That's what it's for
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Bit By Byte
Once upon a time
it was
scribbles in ink
scribbles in ink
Now
I no longer waste
paper and ink
Make all
my scribbles in bytes
scribbles in bytes
Still
making more
scribbles in bytes
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