August 1, 2022
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July 2022 word harvest . . .
2022.7.3 – Green tree
2022.7.6 – It’s a good day
2022.7.9 – It’s all about dolphins
2022.7.13 – It’s a blue chicory
2022.7.16 – That side of glass
2022.7.17 – You know of course
2022.7.19 – We know
2022.7.20 – I often know when I’m in the where
2022.7.21 – Flies arriving for new dead snake
2022.7.22 – Irridescent blue green flies
2022.7.22 – It’s a two poo morning
2022.7.28 – Be firefly
2022.7.30 – One more word salad
2022.7.31 – Morality
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Green tree
blue sky
white cloud
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It’s a good day
when the cop lights
go the other way
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It’s all about dolphins and endorphins
the purpose and the porpoise
creeping dusk
balmy weather
fireflies
it’s not eat or be eaten
but endless eat and eaten roundabout
my job
is to lie myself to tomorrow
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It’s a
blue chicory through green grass
morning
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That side glass
fat mama raccoon and her half-grown
cavort in dark on deck
This side
black cat crouch
low throat growling
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You know of course
eventually
a tire blows
or sparkplug fades
wheel wobble
or bad oil grade
does you in
in spite of spin
and flounce
in for a penny
in for an ounce
I got 99 monkeys
yet no circus sound
inside this hourglass
of runrealfastdown
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We know
thanks to postcards from the end
it’s not destination
it’s the journey
the getting
not the gone
which makes me think
Sisyphus must be one happy dude
blessed by endless doing
never done
always on way up
before failing down
never reaching boardroom
to piss its gold-plated toilet
no kissing ass or playing blind
just rolling rock in endless climb
with time to enjoy view
as failure falls
in sparkle of downward dew
no worry
no warts
except (as always)
hurt for the heart
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I often know when I’m in the where
seldom where I’m in the when
But mostly it’s duck water, dark dollars
and turtles all the way down
Plus broken mirrors and ballerinas
in shadow sun rerun
They say they’re hooks to hang your hopes on
not nooses for the neck
Yet here I endure another day
mostly bone unbroken
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Flies arriving for new dead snake
flies feasting on old dead worm
life goes on
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Irridescent blue green flies
on rotting meat
beauty on the beat
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It’s a two poo morning
how many pounds bagged dog shit
carried past two years?
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Be firefly
light dark for brief second
Unquiet quiet
meadow pre-dawn
Rooster crows day kills night
lie wakes
Fecund smell of green growing
heavy in humid air
Roll sun up sky
night falls back down
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One more word salad
stuck to the floor
murky feathers falling
red lights green go
caution costs calling
all out and in
again
circle work
running on entropy
as always
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Morality
sometimes comes down to
I’m hungry, and you’re food
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