I’ll betcave men caughtan extra forty winks,said, “Hell with it..”a time or two sincethe breakfast firewas a bitch tolightand there was no mortgage due,nothingof dire import more to dothan sleep until the sleepingwas through. Ours isartful actand very much ado,about the same old nothings;finding food and shelter,reproducing, too. Modern life’s accomplishedwith a, “Git ‘er done..”attitudeandContinue reading “The Invention of Plastic”
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Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds
Have you noticed, I have, that politics are poison? A poison made more deadly by the delivery device? Yeah? Why? I think I know why and I think I know a lot of other illusory stuff, too. I am pretty smart. I am smart like a TV or a phone. Today, everyone has an opinionContinue reading “Pussy Cats, Candy Crush and Angry Birds”
Life, For God’s Sake
I had the most amazing breakfast. It wasn’t much but it impressed me. I feel the need to discuss. That humankind should find any meal an interesting subject for discussion amuses me. I know why I am amused. I see the incongruity of bothering to discuss breakfast when we have God or art or politicalContinue reading “Life, For God’s Sake”
Conversations About God
I schemed thatbirds had conversationson a rooftop edge adjacentto the window casement.My eager heart imagined themset about a Sunday’s reflections,quiet amongst themselves. These beasts are nature’s genteel wings,feathered in the very bestgoin’-to-town-brown,and it seemed, for a moment,in private terms,they shared much more than sing-ingbefore one,then twoand three flew down,resumed attacking worms. What’s real congealsby consensus,Continue reading “Conversations About God”
Feeling Grumpy
Anger spunin spokes so thin,warning dewdropsdid not glisten. I’m captured prey,muted heartbeat.The gasp of delight,I might have feltat colour or birds or day,is choked in rip-proof silk. Held as a hunter’s prizebut poisoned,emptied,already dried,I wait for the spider’s surpriseand pityan eight-legged, rumbling beastwho findssuch a miserable feast.
Ducks and Rows
“Fine weather, if you’re a duck!”. That’s what I used to hear when the rain came down in buckets (ouch!) full. It is a sarcastic statement but, in a way, true. It was raining yesterday, off and on, in the manner of. I am an interested observer and noted that my neighbours had better fixContinue reading “Ducks and Rows”
An Emperor’s New Clothes
Passion glows,witnessed through back-lit windows.It’s nothing more again than darknessand certain death called progress.Where is what was promised thee? This looking-glass, called ‘Galaxy’,has empty pixels, tamed,unlike the place, for which it’s named,that’s balanced, occupied by everything,mass and time and nothing. Stripped to bare,a changeling preens and we are unaware.At first sight bright, much ballyhooedby shoppingContinue reading “An Emperor’s New Clothes”
January Six
Is it Doomsday already?I bare recall the blushof 1920-30-40-68when so manymillions spat their hate. Is it Doomsday already?Gilded Maseratis moveto crush the crowd,splashing sin’s earned wagesall about… Is it Doomsday already?Will lovers lose againthe bright blue worldas flags and improprietiesunfurl?
April 20, 2022
Government and Rights Where does my front yard end and your front yard begin? Since there are two of us, at least, we must come to an agreement by some means. Shall we vote and elect a third party to oversee the question? In order for there to be an understanding or any sort ofContinue reading “April 20, 2022”
March 9, 2022
It is more than three years since I have had a cold or flu of any kind. I guess that social distancing and mask-wearing have made the difference? It almost has to be so. I used to have at least one cold in every season. My supposition is that those who are still protesting vaccines,Continue reading “March 9, 2022”
Robert On The Air 