May 1, 2025
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Lowish output for April, poetry month.
2025.4.1 – Just another piggy feeding
2025.4.2 – Used to worship the Great Gauze
2025.4.3 – “Silence hath it’s virtues”
2025.4.3 – A little bit of this
2025.4.5 – Parked across from Substance Church
2025,4,6 – Together eight-fold path and I
2025.4.7 – River Styx
2025.4.8 – Seems more maintenance required
2025.4.9 – The problem here of course
2025.4.11 – Sitting at a red light
2025.4.15 – It ain’t going well
2025.4.16 – Here we go ground again
2025.4.17 – I sit in stuffed chair
2025.4.21 – New rooster down hill
2025.4.22 – Turn right at light
2025.4.23 – Nothing like waking up
2025.4.23 – I shot the tariff
2025.4.26 – Don’t know a lot
2025.4.27 – Grant us slack o great “Bob”
2025.4.29 – Truth can be slow as yeastless dough
2025.4.30 – I wake
~ ~
Just another piggy feeding
at our trough of slough
and if that’s not enough
I waste water too
down to Camus —
suicide or blame
yet still here
playing dirty game
~ ~ ~
Used to worship the Great Gauze
but my beliefs unraveled
Lets me and you
walk through troubles strewn
go down to village well
for spell of chat
and laughter
brief lightening of disaster
in ever been
ever after
~ ~ ~
“Silence hath it’s virtue”
claims all who speak
thus ignoring its wisdom sleek
You say silence, I say achoo
but if you resort to violence
I’ll have to hit you
what goes round is seldom square
in buyer-dinner beware
That train chug whistle moan
promises better loam down the road
big rue tainted true
cuz you is you
hero or fool
unless you’re lost in baggage
(and then good luck, flux
hope you find your luggage)
Gotta ride
gots no ticket
funkyfuckityfixit
guess it’s first stumble
first swerve
if I’ve got the nerve
not to nix it
Allee allee outies in
let’s go choose your favorite sin
tuck it safe and moist within
let us begin
Certain terms are on the table
though must admit right now not able
to comply with official fable
If eye is lie
I is fatal
~ ~ ~
A little bit of this
a little bit of that
erase the blackboard
write it right back
might be an answer
a clue or two
explain the strange
due duty’s due
twixt quease and unease
our need to task
to bleed
to ask
to do
~ ~ ~
Parked across from Substance Church
corner of Lucifer & Divine
there’s mere world
and mirror world
and my world
and yours
in all something devoured
for life secured
day by day
drip by drop
no start
no stop
where’s the laugh you might ask
well by curious George
too many monkey worlds
many molding in Congress
behind cold walls
old calls
making sure coming flood
blood of others
another’s mother
sister, mister, brother
gain in pain
stain & strain of state
fear, hate
o well
not too late
tis time to change
share the plate
re-arrange common stage
heal hell
make swell
which is of course a never was
one more loop of loss and gain
for and again against the grain
but whatcha gonna do
we’re all part of the stew
~ ~ ~
Together eight-fold path and I
like folding fitted sheets
amidst missed meat beats
like 1950’s rock’n’roll
basking in faux recall
more innocent time
except not
knot
same crimes
same rhymes
just better banter
whatever
so
while we won’t cheat you
will watch your hands
play your plan
human
(need to add an ‘e’)
~ ~ ~
River Styx
reefer sticks
ease if
~ ~~
Seems more maintenance required
than spare parts available
but we’ll build that bridge
when we get to it
or ford it
if we can’t afford it
double bill it down the line
in plastic’s passing lane
3 baskets for the dame
none for the lame
same ole same
for the garden
the serpent
his apple pie
and this muddy mistaken why
whom to blame?
snake?
ma’am?
naked man with glans?
and where’s the where?
the when?
the why?
ain’t gonna lie
though this could be one
this eat until eaten
this live until die
~ ~ ~
The problem here of course
with my philosophical discourse
is . . . where’s the hope and happy?
a bit of song and dance
a dash of true romance
and I might have a chance
sure there’s death in living
another’s life giving
you goo for going
you live
it dies
ain’t no wait on whys
don’t seem fair
don’t seem fly
and yet . . . we’re all gonna die
pain’s from meat
and brain supplies the beat
if you get my gist
death frees flesh
flees brain
goodbye pain
perhaps fun starts on other side
freed of want and need and pride
here is simply line for ride
just a thought
not a fact
nothing sure on which to act
but keep in mind
death of this
may be the prize
~ ~ ~
Sitting at a red light
waiting for the green
4 lanes here each labeled ONLY
how can there be more than 1 only
at the same line
Too many manys
everything is somewhere else
changing lanes
to chase and run and sorrow
(the corner of Here & Tomorrow)
But batten me hatches
and flatten me ‘roids
I’d yell a warning
but don’t know the words
it’s fantasy fueling
and fright failing fall
until did gets to didn’t
and done dood it all
Purpose of life’s obvious
stay alive
live until die
that is the why
Unless you falsify the hypothesis
~ ~ ~
It ain’t going well
so you try this
you try that
mix time, patience, old man wiles
and sometimes
not always but every now and then
things work out
even two 11-year rusted
license plate bolts
I’m not stupid
though many may argue
I know life is pies in the face
and entropy rules forever
until it runs down
But even so
is time to come
creeping out of my winter hole
glance skeptical at the spring sun
count my fingers
lock up the silver
and send my slim pickings
from the nun-ary to the none-ary
-to weigh this nonsense
out-wait the blight
~ ~ ~
Here we go aground again
underturned and yellowed
in this new now and then
where they disappear our fellows
and gals
and a lot of their pals
to foreign prisons unmellow
Why you wanna do that
o Dumb-Dunce-Small-Hand
why so grouch and grumble
the lying now
the lying later
pretending honest hello
You gonna lose
cuz you’re 2nd-shelf
your minions 3rd tier tumble
this smash and grab
is all you have
you’ve never heard of humble
Your karma-lot’s crowded
your future bleak
soon through bars surrounded
you’ll peek
These are my silly words
set to silly beats
hoping truth’s sword unsheathes
~ ~ ~
I sit in stuffed chair
all soft and lazy boy comfy
facing east-north-east
my back to my past
Rocky Mountain birthed
north-west raised
born poor
schooled good
went bad anyway
often a lot
paid dues
did time
many memories
to keep me moist
in the after lane
but outer now
is strewn with sorrow
while inner
plops with joy
and hopes tomorrow
do what I can
for their social plan
fast destroys
in a slow acceleration situation
~ ~ ~
New rooster down hill
crows every 11 seconds
for sun to rise
when already up 6 hours
he’ll crow for weeks
or months
go silent
gone in stew pot
or coyote stomach
then odd unsilent silence
until next new rooster
in next new near location
starts taking credit
for something already done
~ ~ ~
Turn right at light
prepare for heavy
Up down curve around
in unknown territory
Glum in gloom’s going on
but spring still springing
Yellow flowers grace new green
glow-lime leaves leaking
My second sit in sun this season
soothing tomorrow’s sorrows
~ ~ ~
Nothing like waking up
behind the wheel
to get your adrenaline going
Re religion
it’s the Thelonious Monks
no curtain cults for me
For remorse of course
there’s always “Bob”
low in no
high in why
My personal philosophy of life?
I aim myself down hill
try to shuffle fast enough
not to fall
And yet
the bottom’s so abrupt
I’m down to lucidity and luck
and WTF
~ ~ ~
I shot the tariff
so it would not shoot
my equity down
~ ~ ~
Don’t know a lot
If day, keep moving
if night, lay down
Or is it other way around?
Sun out now
brightens everything
shows the dead in the road
Not much to do
except joke
and toke
awake awoke
Got good haze around my rage
wrapped in disappointment
at new see of what we be
seems beast eat beast at best
but what the heck
lizard brain hungry
lizard brain always hungry
is fed
in our lizard licking heads
where fly is foe
food
or fled
Existence went from zero
to billions per second
in nothing flat
pure mettle on the pedal
pretty petal prose
everybody no’s
Stochastic isolation
Well my friend it ain’t the end
but it’s getting there
~ ~ ~
Grant us slack o great “Bob”
turn up the dial but keep it quiet
on the Q.T. with the cutie
cue our current crumbs
in dance to chance
though unsure how it’s done
but question flux
and fluff
of course remorse
but that’s enough for now
kiss my Kismet
forget
So, Moe how flow
hero or heroin
what’s the better born
manor or manger
tell me
o great mind manager
mime my am
for as I see
the valley of investment
invokes the belly of belief
Running the rapids
but there ain’t no water
fixing to fight but it’s all foe
Hey Joe
why woe go
rain falls
spirit rises
hopes spring
death comes
flesh goes
shade shaped by made
It’s the moist along the way
that makes the after matter
~ ~ ~
Truth can be slow as yeastless dough
or quick as juice with straws turned loose
My wife wears my dead mom’s ring
she sleeps with dead mom’s son
I slept in dead mom’s bed one night
heating new waterbed for wife
Future wife moved in 10 weeks
after live mom’s life left
Nigh 20 years 1 wife 2 cats 1 dog
I am not alone
Our truth
old and youth happy home
~ ~ ~
I wake
sit in pre-dawn dark
cradle hot cup black coffee
pour new day life
into old body
temporarily forgetting
flesh pain
and yesterday’s gray
got old rock
new hill
fresh failures
but
I am up
will step day steps
dance out of tune song
play along
until night sleep
and forgotten dreams
ease again
~ ~ ~
