I put on my
red car
1 aXle
at a time
–just like everyone else–
swallow hard against
the echo of exhaust
coating my throat. . .
grey swimming up
iris–
a soup that’s
fin
free.
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Social Troops
August 12, 2017 
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I get up.
Analog in.
Put on my facebook uniform
my “let me see. . .”
which hat to wear today,
–I choose
berate.
KnocKing knee socks flat, I
polish my visage. . .
adjusting merit badges
–pluck out creepy guy
exhibit A,
and request
less creepy guy
exhibit B. . .
I show & tell
–judge & scoff–
around gas-powered fire
where the mean are mainly
well-connected, but otherwise
unremarkable
–oh if that last part were only true, it’s in rhetoric
(code to the mean)
their doltish qualities reveal themselves–
again and again
–a visual
(and sometimes audible!)
tinnitus from which the
entire troop suffers.
Formalist Arrangement
August 3, 2017 2 Comments
apology
ideology
is music to the ear,
a soothing rush
of empathy
that makes hurt disappear,
employing drums
and every thumb
this instrument atones,
undoing wrong
melodic song
confesses less condone,
in symphony
of sympathy
the chorus of lament,
is rising round of
“aw, that sucks”
belted with intent.
we all get trophies
July 31, 2017 Comments Off on we all get trophies
I have a keyboard,
Photoshop,
clipart
–and a Smartphone.
Ergo,
I am an undiscovered
artiste
(you can tell by the “e”)
who writes brilliant motifs.
. . .
Like this one.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/substandard/
whirled wide web
July 29, 2017 Comments Off on whirled wide web
Old-fashioned–
I knee-board a cobweb
–ride tandem with my hacker,
click
dust mouse
to second site
–when it’s feasible
since I rely on
dial-up,
and phone booths are hard to come by.
I would upgrade, too,
I would!
If my desk chair
wasn’t a Tuffet,
if the water spout
was self-contained,
and if the super hero
–of comic book fame–
was always
Peter Parker.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pest/
Garden Variety Haiku
July 18, 2017 Comments Off on Garden Variety Haiku
when you till soil
day after day after day
it becomes fallow
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