word harvest January 2023 . . .
2023.1.1 – New year
2023.1.3 – Who Who Who Whoo
2023.1.6 – Dark yesterday
2023.1.8 – Skunk in grass
2023.1.10 – I’m about 4 papers short of a joint
2023.1.11 – Time doesn’t just go slow
2023.1.18 – She sez
2023.1.22 – Coming, going
2022.1.22 – As above, soil below
2023.1.25 – Slow Talkin’ Blues
2023.1.31 – Broken bridges
(Slow Talkin’ Blues rewritten from 6 years ago)
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New year
old sin
new stain
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Who Who Who Whooo
how the flux do I know, owl
I’m only human
My knot
is I know not
what I know not
In this dance
of want and need
I pray for the prey
My ennui’s not on you
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Dark yesterday
tomorrow maybe more so
but oh today’s sun
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Skunk in grass
low profile
going fast
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I’m about 4 papers short of a joint
with a pound of oregano on hand
a bleeding heart gone bland
on a path with no point
dreaming of a black hash bash
opiated to annoint
the brash
I’d be going the wrong way
if this were a path
alas
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Time doesn’t just go slow
when she’s gone
it don’t go
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Coming, going
crawling the mundane
looking for clues
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As above, soil below
where the moist sins of night
hover in dark light
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Slow Talkin’ Blues
Yes I talk to myself, I answer too
chatter and answer two sides of one fool
I don’t understand why I do what I do
Moon up high covers cold cold ground
cold orb up sky casts no warmth down
little light when absence abounds
Folk yak at me with words of no life
go flapping their id, make whole buncha strife
so I gotta ask why you spout such tripe?
You got a mouth even your mom won’t kiss
your crap smothers all kinds of bliss
why you muck around like this?
Gotta say things ain’t quite right
too many stray in lack of light
yet say go way, tend my own blight
If I don’t talk won’t be no sound
in this endless ambling nowhere town
but when I do they call me a clown
The devil’s tongue packs a wicked wit
while an angel’s wings don’t always fit
some further heaven, some feather pit
Which I am I in this tag of it?
stain on shoe, or pile of shit?
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Broken bridges
and abundant boulders
along the way
but oh, such strawberries
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