Not at all unlike a bear, preparing for winter, I have been scouting the kitchen. Most unfortunately, there are many leavings from the holidays. Folks just don’t listen and we leave leftover food where it is accessible. Each saved morsel carries with it a power-punch of caloric euphoria. Shit. Ah well. My New Year’s ResolutionContinue reading “Falling, Falling, Falling In Love”
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Sweet Bruises
a human being is hard to kill. the killing often takes 80 or more years and can involve various instruments, some sharp, all brutal. the system of a bi-pedal body is sturdy enough that any worthy attack must occur on several fronts in order to be effective. for teaching example, I offer myself. something hasContinue reading “Sweet Bruises”
Dear Nancy Reagan
Capitol records are round and they play with a beautiful sound. I sent ‘em my tape on the fourth of July but they did not respond. I howl at the moon at midnight and make people laugh at the sight. I’ve often been told, I should never come back ‘cause I give folks a terrible fright.Continue reading “Dear Nancy Reagan”
A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News
If a Wildebeest could watch the six o’clock news, would it be any different from me and you? I present this story as if it were true… A Wildebeest watches the six oclock news, his horns sit idly on the table nearby. Got his feet up, drinkin’ a beer, eating chips and dip. His window on theContinue reading “A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News”
Pastoral
Pastoral Winter wheat charms the field, whispering.A steady farmer turns his back,tips away from sunlight’s doings awhile,much does need repair. With complaint, but willing, still,exhausted drones turn down their clocks,hope another hour of daylight can be foundthat isn’t stolen from tomorrow. In his nest, in a tree, out front,one drowsy squirrel bothers notto brush boldContinue reading “Pastoral”
Fishy
Fishie There are funny things that happen. Funny stuff. I don’t know that the rest of the world outside my bubble will find them funny but? Today, I put on my pants and, inadvertently, included one arm of my robe. It was stuffed down my backside. As I walked away, I jumped… noticing that something,Continue reading “Fishy”
Waste and Art And AI
Hum-de-dum. I was working, then I stopped. The poem reached out to me and withdrew its hand before I could get the thing written down. Sigh. I am trying to compare/contrast the migration of fauna to the endless cycle of human beings destroying each other… the build up to a great war seems always withContinue reading “Waste and Art And AI”
Just OK
Aloha. It is always sunny at Starbucks… if you aren’t involved in union negotiations or trying to make a living. Ha. I am here, doing neither. I am enjoying the fat of the land, after many years of fattening the land. I suppose that makes me a foe of the conservatives, and of the liberals.Continue reading “Just OK”
By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise
I could not sleep longer than 3am. The best I could think to do was to grab hold of Facebook and scroll away. I did so. I am weak. This is not good. The man, Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, his cheating and lying and good ‘ol college boy antics / attitude have taken usContinue reading “By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise”
(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)
I am enjoying refuge at Starbucks, in their clean well-lighted place, but I am not Hemingway, he was more closeted than I ever have been. I sorta feel bad for him. An honest adventurer who couldn’t consider the whole picture, a real man who didn’t understand.. but I digress. There stood a time, once, forContinue reading “(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)”
Robert On The Air 