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playing catch up with mustard

Still have 40+ poems lately unblogged. Not that it matters except for my own documentation since few read this blog. Had a lot of readers when we traveled, and a decent number when we returned, but once I got weary and posted mainly poetry instead of narrative, I lost most readers. Poetry ain’t the most popular kid on the block, and I”m not the most popular poet around. It is what it is.

On the other hand, this is blog #4,389 since June of 2006, and I am not famous, so what would I expect?

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Du Jour

Washed out white sky
turns day grey with rain
soft drizzle gentle
soothes sound
cool and clean
smooths
except for the asbestos fibers
and industrial toxins
welded to the wet

Spring sinks silent
frogs heat in sleep

~

Status Report 267

Used ego for rent,
sale,
lease,
bye.

~

Spirit Juice & Bone Meal

To my left potatoes brushed in oil
and wrapped in foil
sizzle in the fire

On my right
the steady plop drop
of rain on leaves and wooden roof

My soothed soul
satisfied
between

~

Politics 107

Bad people
are doing bad things

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Status Report 268

I prise apart affairs of heart
and hammer at the mind

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To Be

I can’t kill myself
mainly because I can’t kill myself
but also because my baby brother
blew his brains out with a borrowed bullet
thirty-one years ago
(one year longer than he lived)
and I don’t do second acts

so I live
weary and wondering

of course that was before
Lady K stormed into my life
ignoring my GO AWAY unwelcome mat
which act six months later
found me homeless, married
and wandering around Europe
then Africa and Mexico
with a 40 pound pack on my back
for three years

somewhere along the way
I promised her I’d live to 101
minimum
with an option to glide

Mother Dwarf kept me alive
when I drank myself to death 27 years ago
because as I was dying
and tried to pass this line for next
a voice said, “What about Mom?”

Now Lady K needs me
feeds me
as apparently does the cat
so I Sisyphus on
71% of my 101 done
wondering what will be left
since I’m one metal hip
two metal shoulders
and two metal bolts in the neck now

then there’s the political grab and greed
the cultural cruelty, the social malfeasance
the climate change, slavery
the blatant hate speech and lying
of the child-abuser in office
in utter waste of human
which whisper
“go, it ain’t getting better”

I’ve lived large and fast
six full decades
with part of an earlier
and most of this later
and lately been weighting
the warp and weave of this weary wise

but know for sure
she’s the prize
ain’t no lie
wife is worth my staying alive

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