Life can be so gruel!
(an old twist on a new classic)
and there’s never enough of it…
one bleary old thought…
But life can be
soup
er…
do per
size.
Another, and there are soo many.
Better get it while it’s hot.
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Amber Wave
September 19, 2016 
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by good, of course
infer good-bye,
oh hell, by that
I’m meaning
hi
–and hay!
I hope this don’t stack odds
uneven, and you bale
because–
I only meant to say
hello
oh ell oh ell
plus H,
you know…
Swan Like
September 19, 2016 Comments Off on Swan Like
I’m paper
–thusly stationary–
but long to fly
) no aviary (
to limit flight
but wild and free
as uncaged bird is what I’d be…
my first attempt
to Wright
–went wrong
I rolled in spit
and shot through straw–
and took a hit
when backdraft blew,
that spitwad back
in lieu of flew…
on second flight
I fared no better,
becoming kite
the size of letter
–head, but several excess tales
/// assured ///
the worded kite would fail…
I turned within
and puffed hot air!
hoping to set sail from there–
sky lanterns can burn up on high
but frilly me, was shy a light
I tried so much!
no lie—the fax,
diminished me
to toned syntax,
and missing matter
messed the mark
no–faxing proved a disembark
…
of snail mail
I wasn’t fan
and fanning femme
was not my plan,
andcrimpedandcramped
my disposition
–bent like hell //
and still
transition
from blotter to a soaring swan–
eluded me
‘til pollygone
of fan I made
but would not hold,
inspired what was final fold
and taking on a brand new hobby,
I taught myself to origami
pleating in a new-learned crease
–a doubled over, time release—
changed paper me
to quilly flier
note to self:
paste Post-its higher…
Max…Im Max
September 6, 2016 Comments Off on Max…Im Max
I trite to
write an adage, but
it sounded so cliché,
so formulaic
it made prosaic
read like Hemingway,
I tried again
convinced my pen
was mightier than sword,
but double-edged
was blade—I bled
–a side effect of forge,
so now
my motto’s
like the lotto!
ya gotta pay to win…
forget your qualms
and grease those palms
witness wheels spin
I also
type
in stereo
since sop can’t fail,
I trade gradation
for salvation–
–the devil’s in details.
Wraith
September 1, 2016 Comments Off on Wraith
prose of charron
sown and seed
is planned
for days that May
no Song of Solemn
–SOS
in vining verb ballet
just rows that grow
toward sun—below
tundra and decay
an idyll—no
demands play
within unbounded lines
defining best
not moral
less
the verdant and divine
but metric feet
of grapes so sweet
–sweeter still than wine.
shIFt
August 31, 2016 Comments Off on shIFt
liminal, I’m luminous,
what bud in state of blooming is
luminous, I’m liminal
emergent yet subliminal
Pound Pennies on the 101
August 29, 2016 Comments Off on Pound Pennies on the 101
Coming from a long line of Imps
given to Impulsive and often
mischievous
(archaic English for: f*cked up)
action,
she trans’morphed.
Trip-trip-tripping to bridge
with Billy
she accessed mad accounting know how
–and blood line, besides,
to Implement internal control—
(no gruff exacting)
and annotated history.
Re’versing procession without regression
–not even “uh”–
the calmtroll was nevertheless precise
X’s with O’s, and eyes on Tee, she disregarded
lookie-loos
(and their WC fascination)
goober gallery
(nut allergy)
and various background extras
(cardboard close up)
to discern the whole
of it
…
line driven
and suspenseful—
–Golden Gate suspenseful,
It was unfortunate
for Mary
that herd went missing
–on a little lam, they all went, as sheep do–
and this alone
helped Billy shine.
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