Some might say “This ain’t poetry.” They’d be right.
Others may claim “It is”. They also are correct.
Word harvest for August 2022 . . .
2022.8.7 – Rock rolls up
2022.8.8 – A lot of roosters
2022.8.9 – High winds
2022.8.9 – Many words
2022.8.10 – I carry my mountain
2022.8.11 – Sun and shadow
2022.8.13 – Flowers for the mind
2022.8.17 – You got your misery
2022.8.17 – Walking through the yellow and green
2022.8.21 – I roll the hours up the hill
2022.8.24 – I know my role
2022.8.25 – The news
2022.8.27 – Pain doesn’t go
2022.8.27 – Dying drying rivers reveal
2022.8.27 – “dead dead Bap re bap”
2022.8.31 – I run on
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Rock rolls up
rock rolls down
repeats
Sometimes the sky moves
sometimes it doesn’t
sometimes it’s me
Ain’t at my best
though far from my worst
as I stumble the road
Milking each moment
of sadness
for joy
~ ~ ~
A lot of roosters
for only one sun
who raises who?
~ ~ ~
High winds
heavy rains
thunder near and far
Lightning above
flash flood below
~ ~ ~
Many words
little meaning
much movement of mouths
~ ~ ~
I carry my mountain
up the rock
roll back down to repeat
~ ~ ~
Sun and shadow
less and more
it is
~ ~ ~
Flowers for the mind
sometimes it’s Mingus and Thelonious Monk
sometimes Gorillaz
~ ~ ~
You got your misery
I got mine
same we is
same we ain’t
~ ~ ~
Walking through the yellow and green
when WHAM
orange
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I roll the hours up the hill
they roll back down in minutes
I take the stairs from here to there
descending them to then
I sit in shadow
still
quiet
tending wounds and more
Something waiting wants to eat me
~ ~ ~
I know my role
wife sees deer on her morning runs
I dogwalk with skunks
~ ~ ~
The news
who knows
how bad it goes
I new
in now
happy anyhow
~ ~ ~
Pain doesn’t go
life doesn’t stop
whatcha gonna do?
~ ~ ~
Dying drying rivers reveal
carved stone Buddhas in China
mob bodies in Vegas
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“dead dead Bap re bap” —
This is the transcript of a voicemail
Lady left me.
She has no idea what it means.
Message is 3 minutes long,
and this is all there is.
She didn’t call
so fone homed on own.
Maybe it’s the Cosmic Password.
If so
I’m gonna log-in
change it
and sit back and wait.
~ ~ ~
I run on
fear
pain
anger
anxiety
exhaustion
joy
love
coffee
and weed
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