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Every city/Has its limits./Not a pity./Mug has rim. It’s/Wonderful to/Sip that java/One stir full, to/Bank the lava.

Pack a bag and/Rent an auto./That main drag and/Time goes blotto./Mileposts fly right/Trough to crown/Grab that sky right/Out of town.

Afterword: I have just finished packing and am off to California, there to see my sweet and kind Cousin Livia, where we will see Neil Diamond in concert!

air and liquid churn away/unconcerned with judgment day/bubbles break and time goes by/then they de-emulsify

with the hard press of a ridged button the liquid soap emerges from a narrow aperture mixed with some of the compressed air propelling it

clouds are skyborne foam of a sort

beware of frothy dogs and candidates

two spandexed bruisers ringed with ropes

two lovers spooned with flesh and hopes

a partner mashing mortar’s slopes

a bridge support…

uhhh…

Hey, help me finish this, AI…

>>Certainly. Your poem has established a rhyme scheme such that “a bridge support for antelopes” would be a fitting last line. There are at least eighteen small bridges frequented by antelopes scattered across various antelope habitats in North America alone for which trestles are used as support.

a bridge support for antelopes.

Thanks, AI.

>>Think nothing of it [, you moron, the AI thought to itself].

half of yourself had been waiting in your mother’s ovary since some time before her birth. half of you was manufactured in one of your father’s testes some days before your conception. maybe. it is possible that half of you came from a thawed-out sperm donation.

your tadpole half plowed into your egg half. dna from the tadpole’s head did a jackson pollock number on the egg’s inside wall. the wall thickened and became like unto gandalf to the other sperm cells, saying in effect “you shall not pass.”

you developed and became viable.

you passed through a birth canal or an incision and if you did not cry a childbirth attendee gave you something to cry about.

what you are doing here and now is continuing the journey you began, a journey of survival and the satisfaction of your curiosity, now reading the expositive words of a stranger or a friend or both or neither, and this very instant you have satisfied your curiosity by finding out how this poem en

we hope something new/comes up today along with/the usual fun

temperamental/judgmental and paranoid/are all illnesses

what coffee enhances/double-shot diminishes/and slumber transforms

if you do a search/on “miracle near me” you/must be desperate

a chemical way/for a four-syllabled “skewed”/is “allotropic”

As we accrue experience and skill
Bestriding academia and roles
Some memories grow vital, some just fill,
Ebb-tiding to the doldrums in our souls.
No one escapes some episodes of tedium,
The repetitious lulls between the dramas,
Mid troughs and peaks we find a happy medium
In being kids and oldsters, dads and mamas.
Neuronic loss, ironically, stokes memory,
Drives us to happy avenues of yore,
Ensorcels us whilst Now is filed with emery,
Delivers blank befuddlement at core.
Let’s see…where was I?? Candy bars a nickel?
Yum yum, and hey, who wants an Arnold’s Pickle?

something seems to be a mis

(mes amis is my friends mesa me might be a small plateau town in maine and between two res and two fas you will find two mis)

a cartoon cat nomnomnominates lasagna

(nom is the way norm is pronounced in south boston and if nome a small town in alaska got the e frozen off ditto and then there’s the dyslexic jamaican)

maybe ers is an embroidered cockney towel

(your brain resides between your ears but to make ears you can jam an a into ers and the superman of 60s dc comics said er when he was stuck for something to say and ulp when he was stymied and there were a lot of oofs too amongst the ulps and the ers and the word-append er means one-who exemplified by tender being one who tends and by logical extension the word-append ers men’s ones-who however surrenders does not mean ones who surrend)

(glad to be of welp that’s it for now folks)

Once upon a time there were these two guys, Jeff and Gary, who worked for a safety equipment company run by Gary’s dad, and sometimes after work or at lunch Jeff would break out his guitar and a few songbooks

And they would sing Beatles songs or Tom Petty or Bob Welch or The Who or some of Jeff’s original songs or Jeff’s brother Danny’s stuff (“Cord Whippin Mama” was a real saga)

And then one day in 1983 Jeff suggested that Gary buy a guitar and a little Gorilla amp

And he did and some more songbooks too like Great Songs of the 60s and Jackson Browne and another bigger Beatles book and Bob Dylan

So they played stuff and then Marty K came back to town and he had what he called a Good Smellin Bad Guitar and he joined in

And the fledgling band was christened The Snot Dogs and Marty who couldn’t always be there took to saying “We are The Snot Dogs/The Snot Dogs are we/Sometimes there’s two/And sometimes there’s three”

And fellow GHS alumni Charlie and George got the word from Marty and there started to be get-togethers mostly in Jeff’s living room

And Marty went off to law school and before long fellow law school students Karen, who played fiddle, and Vicki, who played flute, started coming to the sessions

And one fateful night at Jeff’s the heavily pregnant audience member Joni, who was Gary’s wife at the time, let Gary know between songs that she had felt something that may have been a contraction

So Joni and Gary left to give birth to their daughter while the band played on

For many years.

there’s this book that says all kinds of crazy things

talks about the sun stopping in the sky and people living more than 900 years and a woman punished for disobedience by being transformed into salt in defiance of physical law

talks about how to treat your slaves talks about a guy whose strength came from his hair and there’s also a talking snake

one of the last things in the book talks about corpses floating into the sky and four personifications of different badnesses riding horses

and this book has influenced human beings and their behavior unbelievably

fulfilling the wish of a bunch of men who convened about 1700 years ago and cobbled up the book which is really two books which is really a megacollection of transcriptions from oral tradition and accounts not from eyewitnesses but from people influenced by whatever happened decades before

believe what your mind tells you is true my friends wield your faith find your wisdoms and become the best representatives of humanity you possibly can be

and i will heartily do the same

baffledly confusedly searchingly