Murmurations
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Visitations
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There once was Johnny, Jim or Joe. Shimmy shifting friend or foe. Took his place and played the ace. Left the game without a name. Undulating as an eel, His face had some piquant appeal. What he knew and yet concealed, Could not decide which him was real. In the news, this singer’s blues Shifted shade and sang a ruse. But also ran still had a plan To get rich quick, turn twice the man. These thoughts check in and don’t check out. They dream and scheme and gad about. They fill your head and pounce around. An empty bell with thumping sound. Searching for the next in line, Vacancy without a sign. Who will wander past the ace, The devil or a friendly face. The ribbon wraps around the bend. The loser’s plan to make amends. The tangled dreams of dying friends With handshake grip, tie up loose ends. 3/5//20 S1E13 Well, whatever
When I won't Make the effort, Clear my throat. Alive with pleasure. Measure for measure. Quarter cup, Life of leisure Brings chickens home To roost from roam. Running circles, Coops and combs. They always come At night's fall, Dark and dank On empty tank, To find the feed Along the screed Their wants and needs And bon vivant. Then half assed Jivey jaunt Into the weeds And neighbor's yard. Still can't hoist Their own petard. So here you are Wanting more, With pecking orders For the store And dirty footprints Across my floor. 6/16/23 Back in practice.
Prickly cactus. What’s worth saving Might retract us. Face needs shaving. Ring engraving. Ornery cowlick Still behaving. Wayward satellite Flicker shiny white. Lest we savor Our look in candlelight. Three cheers for trying. Bully if you’re buying. Sometimes it’s worth lying, Stop your opalescent crying. Not my favorite game. Aren't you glad you came? Wouldn't it be something If it all works out the same? This splendiforous lollygagging, Unique and quite euphonious, Keeps these wet tongues wagging And licking hot plutoneous. 12/2/20 What once was
Isn't now, Just because. When we were Fuzzy is Still a blur. How it went. No longer What we meant. Who, they say, Fallen. Gone away. Where we used To keep lying. Lies asleep. The way we used To go, now runs Along the main road. Why I chose that life When I couldn't cut it With a knife. Where we all went Wrong. Expecting we could get along. How the roof came down. No support In that lofty town. What to do now? Raise our hands Above our brow. Why didn't I see before? Too lonesome to open The other door. But I see it now. 4/`12/22 Tense, uncertain.
Close the curtains. Shut the window. Fall back into Safe and sane. Down the drain. Nothing new. Damp mildew. Cry a river, Sniff and quiver, Bend the blinds, Peer outside. Seek and hide. Down the road, Take a ride. Find a friend. Round the corner Never ends. Climb too quickly, Get the bends. Run the gamut. Pick and choose. Never look for What you lose. Back and forth, Never knowing Which dry seeds You will be sowing. Just keep going. Just keep trying. Yeah, whatever Keep defying. Otherwise, Just lay down. Inside the window, Outside of town. 2/6/23 Edsel Ford Fong.
Shuffling Oolong. Reeling dumb waiter. Order alligator Clips for hot tea. Take sips, one, two, and three, Then tell her that she's fat You talk to her like that. And watch her Little cry. Love you. OK, Bye bye. Up comes the salty meal With potato skin appeal. Ash flaccid cigarette. Ask nicely and you'll get What you came for, after all. No shiny waterfall. Climb stairs up to the top. Butt sore and then go plop. The sassy, wise old waiter Leaves half a glass of water. Maybe see you later. You break her, when you brought her. Have a nice day. Bye bye. Now go away. Come back when I am ready To give you more and plenty. And come back here you will. They love me, even still. Upstairs, just ring the bell. Good fortune. Go to Hell. 5/27/22 |
