catching up on new poems posts
2025.5.24 – I hear it’s gods above
2025.5.26 – Strange how fast life changes
2025.5.27 – Hello day before tomorrow
2025.5.30 – Weak spring sun
2025.6.30 – Puppy asleep between my legs
2025.5.31 – I would suggest
2025.6.1 – Buddha do
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I hear it’s gods above
and turtles below
All the way up
all the way down
We’re sandwich in between
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Strange how life changes
when you’ve a wife
five days into 12-week puppy
who doesn’t know old from slow
our go-go go girl
love pup pure and real
she eats
she sleeps
she runs
she chews
pees and poos
seeks lost foods
new smells
shadows her human
knows I’m but driver
here happy
sad
mainly glad
amazed I’m still emoting
working for my ladies
memories moistly loading
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Hello day before tomorrow
here we go
enjoy the show
fair speed to the ego
and the leggo my eggo daddy-o
Could be good
then there’s would
and should cold as could
and
as always
blood
Are there blind sequins?
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Weak spring sun
new puppy chasing old leaves
blown by gusts
her running pounce
smashing them to dust
Puppy clam happy with scam
Reminds me of we
in our big game of fetch
which play of course we must
for good boy get bone
bad boy goes dark
lone
unhappy, unhome, uncloned
stark zone
Yet such is some we
in our melancholy
have a chance to be free
The lights of the arbor harbor intent
do we do this or that reject
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Puppy’s asleep between my legs
snoring enthusiastically
Wife asleep in work chair
before demon monitor
demanding more work
Black cat, old, sweet
sleeps on fireplace mantle
safe from new puppy
wanting to play
Frankie’s out catting around
doing unknown whats
in unknown places
feral face
killer grace
I’m awake
grateful for three she sleeps
the he on the make
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I would suggest
the crimes of the west
are repeated in east
by hungrier beast
waiting to feast
on what’s left
This is the way of the lizard
The rich white and old
with their hungers for gold
and mothers sold
sleep cheap at night
in their mounds of shite
and moral mold
This is the way of the lizard
When fin turns to foot
and wet to womb
the outcome’s moot
you live until tomb
slicing through life
under burden of knife
This is the way of the lizard
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Buddha do
slow watch the washing
of each spoon
while soaked in seeking
the cow-jumped moon
ripped in tides
we ride from young’n up
pup to old hard hide
More unknown in bone
of ask as if it matters
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