5 years ago. Sunday, July 26, 2020 at 10:32 AM
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Dark bits.
well, it's dark bits of prose, isn't it?5 years ago. Saturday, July 25, 2020 at 7:51 AM
A broken sky weeps over a lonely road,
and for a moment all the world is a Texas ghost town.
My sinister muse,
reeking of rusty iron and fresh screams sits beside me one last time.
A funeral dirge plays flat through the AM radio.
Then fades like a dying car engine.
It leaves a lesser night, a poorer world.
5 years ago. Thursday, July 23, 2020 at 9:35 AM
Never cross the albatross,
on a cold and windy day.
But if you dare confront the beast,
these words you must first say:
"I do not mean you ill,
or cause undue alarm,
but it's cold and lonely on this hill
and I've no feathers to keep me warm."
Then keep your peace, and quietly pray
for the albatross to fly away.
5 years ago. Monday, July 20, 2020 at 8:56 AM
I woke up and saw the sun.
I closed my eyes it went away.
I fell asleep and dreamed it back.
When I next woke, the sky was black
5 years ago. Monday, July 6, 2020 at 4:16 PM
Pour out of bed, grab my miner's cap.
in the pits are a thousand pretty phrases.
some used, some discarded.
Piles of carbonized crap.
Fleeting ideas trapped, stressed.
Most will never be diamonds.
Not while I breathe, anyway.
It's backbreaking work down here.
I struggle to find the right theme
phrase
idea
connection.
I bring them up, slowly these days.
It's so hard to find the good stuff.
But I drag what I can into my light.
For whatever that's worth.
What is it worth.
5 years ago. Sunday, July 5, 2020 at 2:07 PM
this poem was from 2019. It could be updated by a less lazy writer.
Tanks to the left of me,
Camps to the right.
Hot dogs on the grill,
fireworks tonight!
My child draws a happy flag,
your child draws some iron bars.
The Russians want to see us fight,
beneath the fireworks tonight!
India, don't go out today,
your streets are burning by midday,
It turns out that the science was right,
But what the hell, fireworks tonight!
The best jets ever, a campaign tool,
Kim Jong-Un can be trusted, but not your news
We're drinking Kool-Aid laced with plastic.
The ocean's rise, the heat's fantastic!
A woman's choice? don't be absurd
Abortion is a dirty word.
Straight pride parades,
less rights for gays
another tweet storm that lasts for days.
A hardy salute to our nation's best,
while we give the finger to our vets.
There's so much more that isn't right,
but still, fireworks tonight!
5 years ago. Friday, July 3, 2020 at 9:14 PM
Pour out of bed, grab my miner's cap.
in the pits are a thousand pretty phrases.
some used, some discarded.
Piles of carbonized crap.
Fleeting ideas trapped, stressed.
Most will never be diamonds.
Not while I breathe, anyway.
It's backbreaking work down here.
I struggle to find the right theme
phrase
idea
connection.
I bring them up, slowly these days.
It's so hard to find the good stuff.
But I drag what I can into my light.
For whatever that's worth.
What is it worth.
5 years ago. Thursday, July 2, 2020 at 6:20 AM
I can't explain much about what's going on, but everything is heavy. It feels like I've been kicked into a world where there is only effort and even breathing becomes an internal battle.
5 years ago. Tuesday, June 30, 2020 at 9:58 PM
Take a quiet moment.
Divide it up into infinite instances of peace.
Cloak yourself in the eternal spark that creates all such moments.
When the world settles and moves on.
Close your eyes and search for the next one.
5 years ago. Tuesday, June 30, 2020 at 9:58 PM
Take a quiet moment.
Divide it up into infinite instances of peace.
Cloak yourself in the eternal spark that creates all such moments.
When the world settles and moves on.
Close your eyes and search for the next one.