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Peek a boo
I see you Hiding too Under shiny armor. What a charmer When you were younger. Now I hunger For more substantial, yet served Inconsequential People posers, Coupon grocers, Who don’t write their novel, Just sit and grovel to the muse, Who gives them soft recuse, Which keeps them seated, Dull and defeated, So they don’t try Or wonder why, But whimper clicking Temple ticking. Even Steven still thinks He’s got a shot At an inspired, series plot, Yet only reads and devours Another’s flower of imagination Without integration of thought. He thinks a lot On all else that matters not. Mindless chatter As the neighbor Of action. An Associate attraction. Not the lover, Because his mental mother Keeps barging in with "Time for din din." Even kith and kin intentions, Are just weak inventions Called clever by your crowd. Easy targets that make them proud. But lo, please block them out And keep your dancing devil doubt behind the door. No simple chore, but try You’ll find out why. Once juices flow and Progress starts to show. All for what you'll know. Ok, time to go. 9/22/20 Ergo solution.
Troubles lilliputian. They’re ringing at the gate. Let’s attempt to make them wait While we dress. Less awkwardness In gown or robe For Book of Job. A ring on the lobe With refined intent And elegant panache. The speakers Bosch, System Marantz, Not made in France But still has ‘tude. Please don’t be rude. We’ll come to an accord Tween Chevy and Ford. But meanwhile, Let’s discuss with style And graceful humor Those nasty rumors That smoosh about this town, Flit up and filter down Across walls of soft ecru. Those gangly shadows flew Through the window, out of the blue, Breathless and perspiring. Our house lights need rewiring And flicker in aghastment, As distance lends enchantment. Drop a line from your encampment. 9/26/20 Think quick.
Make it stick. Not that old trick, But something slick, Like bait and switch. Ding dong ditch. Now you see it, Now you don’t. Holy smokes, You got me Where you want me. So why change the channel? Cozy days in flannel sheets, Now out on the streets And gasping why. Spy with my little eye The truth hangs loose Like a bloody tooth. So say your sooth, Then shut your mouth. I took a chance. I learned to dance. I had my day. It’s pay to play. Balls don’t last forever. Twinkling your light. Waltzing through pleasure For just one night In shining armour Was just a farmer, With cows to milk And pigs to slop. His sword, a prop. The carriage became a tractor, of missed marriage. Its' lord an actor. Who felt like dancing And silk tight prancing For the sake of a crowd. So now don’t frown. You just fit the gown And hopeful garter. As times get harder Learn not to linger Or point your finger. Though still be sad That you were had In a coup by a Cad. 9/24/20 Think quick.
Make it stick. We don’t have all day. I can hear you say. We’ve turned a corner. That famous border That once was fear, Now seems clear. Ride the rail Into town. Regale Our groove. Shake it down. Upturn that frown I’ll take the wheel, While we rock and reel To the rumble. Our dreams so humble, Yet dashing. While some were trashing The call and purpose, They chose the circus To stand in line for pleasure. Quarter cup and fifth of never. But we’ll take it now. Their customs disavow And follow a route So hollow, while We admire the view And swallow the thrills And fever chills Of impending challenge. A wayward balance To be refined. Diamond mined To reach the precious nugget. Shine and buff its’ Bright veneer, Crystal clear, Sparkly truth. Beyond our youth 9/23/20 The dudes gaze out from fraternity row.
Call each other Bro. Bump fists in courtship Of common valor. Their mutual bond, The Pacific’s wand, Roiling her spells Towards shore for more. They’ve done this all before. Now the lingo of Half baked jingo knowledge Theorized in college Gets put to use. Not so abstruse That Billy can’t tell What the hell you’re saying About tides and currents. White capped foments to overcome In the name of pleasure. This glassy treasure To ride and glide Across the surface of the swelling tide. A tubular purpose To follow thrills And headover spills. The potions of the The falling, flailing ocean Bewitch the brethren Along the coast. Buds to boast Make a salty toast To rolling motion Of prayer in wet devotion. 9/23/20 Off and away.
Let the good times stay. Coughing this city. Choking my throat. Homeward is home From there else I roam. Sure hope it’s where I left it On the shelf inside my mind. Press and seal. The memories may reveal. Make some more todays, While tomorrow’s still here. This room has moved on And took my baby’s shadow. While I slept away The day called like a sparrow. Hey kid, Slip your emerald finger Into night. Sleep tight. Hey kid, Sleep tight While darkening grey Turns into white. Home is in your head. The past has gone to bed. Sure hope it's where you left it. Cozy comfort there instead. Sleep tight Sleep tight 6/19 (In the Zone S1 E5) Quarter past four
We’ll reach the sea wall. Summits rise and fall. Jagged cliffs do call. We thread the needle. Lick frayed ends And see saw Up and down, Away from the little town. Gears moan and whir. The welded burn of metal Smells of why won’t settle On going back. Our voices crack With travel wheels On gravel heels. Lusty blue horizon Open veins reveal. Hung our hopes to prize on Riding how this feels. 9/23/20 The needle’s in the red.
Our love has gone to bed. What was and wasn’t said, Encased in laden lead. Each one that I reach out Weighs heavy with little amount. Viscous dribbling towards the drain. I call for wax but given wane. I miss the times and days we had, Where silence didn’t make me sad. I guess that’s how it goes in life. It’s up to me to take the knife. Each tender time, a peeling scab. Old memories really all we have. More open words need soothing salve From you, a barely balming dab. Do I go on, this way unkept? Or cut the tumor from the flesh? I’ll feel much lighter, this I know, But heavy heart cannot let go. Contd. 7/14/24 Hocus pocus
Minstrel flame. You play this game with sharp reserve and iron nerve. Whence came the players Though once naysayers, Have found the challenge Too tough to manage. So bring it on Ye woebegone. The kestral swoops And alleyoops Round the silver bend Where wheat field lies. All whens and whys Won’t change the outcome. Don’t ask how come, Just turn the page. Carve a path With all ye hath traversed from yonder lands and seeds disbursed. 9/21/20 Here we are
Inside this car En route to nowhere, Or maybe Mayfair. Wildly wishing This trip was dishing Hopeful promise To a Doubting Thomas. Still, we're apostles In hot pursuit Of a usual hustle, Emotional loot and baggage. Not counting for saggage From years of crisscrossing And spirited bossing Of angels who care to dine On affected wine. The kind that you wish was good But never really stood The test of time and patience. Unlike loquacious Nurses who raised us. So now we stew in our own juices. Chewing moistened truths and ruses. Disillusioned liars, Always setting fires To be put out By simple gestures. We’re lonely loons in estuaries, Waterlogged apothecaries Mixing tinctures from beyond The reedy confines of this pond. We’ve sat here too long. Let’s hope we’re strong Enough to get up And get on. Say hi to your Mom. 9/20/20 Up and away.
Most friends don’t stay. To other seasons And various reasons, We all move on. There’s nothing wrong, But leaves a stain Blotted out with Gain. Not even rain let’s go. I don’t know. Who’s to say? Just go your way And they’ll go theirs. It hurts to care. So clear the air And find you’re soaring Over forests Falling. See how brilliant? For just an instant. Soon it’s gone. Carry on. Enjoy your travels. Time unravels. Moments pass. Go mow the grass. Get off your ass. Those that once were, Only once occur. A mark on your ruler. Laughs to treasure. When near the end This life you’ll measure. 10/25/20 Aqua Velva
Sweet peach melba Butter biscuit Salty Triscuit Spray’n’Wash OshKoshB’Gosh Tough on stains Summer rains Tiny islands Crusty pie tins Voltage regulator Casio calculator Shiny emblem Waffles Belgium Push and pull Feeling full Easy Off Turn and cough Vouch for Betsy Lost on Etsy Microfiber Mini driver Mario Andretti Pink confetti White wine spritzer Duane’s bar mitzvah Two for one On the run Come si come sa Al di la Time is money Acting chummy Won’t regret it Yeah, you said it. (automatics) 10/19/20 |
