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with bones that crepitate and ache

with flesh of crepe and fissures

it may be time to ponder and make

my peace with Fategirl’s scissors

it may be time to tally and settle

my modest life’s affairs

let not that last-plucked calendar-petal

send me off unawares

.

the wind’s no longer bracing

the birdsong does not cheer

the passing hours are racing

the cliffedge draws so near

so out go final messages

forgiveness of all debtors

eradicating vestiges

of jealousy of betters

.

the deathbed’s warm and cozy

and ringed with weeping friends

the media are nosy

and love to mark our ends…

so

fuck it!! time to rally;

throw off the bedclothes! RISE!!

EMERGE from shadowed valley–

it’s Party Time, you guys!!!!

help me live say organisms

to the oxygen and cee oh two of the air

and to the soils and nutrients of the earth

help me become say babies

to the elders who feed and umbrella them

help me eat say the holders of signs

and the exchangers of money for foodstuffs

.

they are the needers of Help

and it is curious that needer and nadir

are so phonetically similar

.

help me reap say the movers and shapers

to the law-twisters they buy

and otherwise control

.and it is curious that reap and rape

are so phonetically similar

id: The That in id est, Latin for That Is.

Id: Ole Brain-Beast.

ID: A credential of existence.

we wrestle our bestial selves/our impulse selves/the worser devils of our nature/salivate at the sight of a steak/engorge at the sight of a gorgeous woman

i.e. fred astaire’s dance partner rita hayworth/marlon brando’s lover rita moreno

and the truth is most of us want passion to be an integral part of our identities

but some of us grapple with the either-or for which there seems no in-between:

either Leash

or Unleash

My Social Media feed has been filled with thoughtful, quietly proud remembrances of family members who were honoring their fallen loved ones. It was a reminder to me, who never served in the armed forces, of the measureless courage and selflessness that is at the heart of the America I have cherished and respected.

I believe that at core this America still exists and I harbor some optimism that this altruistic spirit might be resurrected. Yet the Memorial Day post made by the sitting President of the United States of America reveals what that Spirit is up against. He began with HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY, which is evidence that he either does not know or does not care that Memorial Day was established not for fun and games, but for thoughtfulness, remembrance, and honoring our fallen soldiers; and he heaped more evidence onto the remainder of his text, which said not one word about the heroes who gave their last full measure of devotion to the defense of our country’s ideals, and to the furtherance of the protection of our country. Instead he used the occasion to malign and demean basically everyone who disagrees with his agenda.

Part of his agenda is the erasure of contributions that people of color have made to the defense of our country. So many of the Memorial Day posts had to do with heroic efforts of African American soldiers whose sacrifices went unacknowledged. Just one example is of a soldier who died valorously in World War I and was not awarded the Medal of Honor he absolutely earned…until 1991. There are numberless other examples of this, and the current President would, if allowed, see to it that there will be many, many more.

Also, astonishingly, he is trying to enact a suspension of habeus corpus, a fundamental means of guaranteeing due process by requiring firsthand evidence of guilt before detaining an individual accused of a crime. (That is a reductive and crude approximation of habeus corpus and I invite more legal-minded readers to comment with a better description.) To be against habeus corpus is to be against “liberty and justice for all.”

My gratitude for the fallen soldiers we honor on Memorial Day extends to those who are fighting for the principles and ideals that have in actuality made America as great as it has been in its finest hours. To all those who oppose the corrupt regime conducted by Donald Trump, my profound and enduring thanks.

Sitting in the front room of my apartment in my raggedy underwear

With the outside light dimming and hope also dimming that the accomplishments-expectations of the day will be met

You have tomorrow

A voice of optimism and sanity speaks

And so many good things happened today

It is a cheery reminding voice/It is your truest voice

And five minutes can make an enormous difference

I open the dryer door and move the clothing to the foot of my bed in three goes in less than five minutes

And now the inertia is broken and you are free

I fold the laundry and put it away and put on some of the clothing

Find my fitness watch and strap it on

Fish out socks and pick up shoes

Look at my goofy hair in the mirror and shrug

Open the door into the non-apartment world

Springy steps

Tuneful heart

capper

how like a stadium/a simple bottle cap becomes/without the context of its bottle

and what a marvel of containment technology it is in any case

and how versatile a ceramics tool/it might cookie-cut medallions or checkers/ or, rolled on its side, provide texture/with its grip-enabling ribs

just…just don’t…step on it barefoot

especially sharp side up

as pictured

it’s never too late

to perpetrate

never too soon to scheme

if you lean alee

perpetrationally

as the subject of meme

play it strait

take the right-angle beam

on the bright angel trail

and extract from the fiefdom the fief

and a raging spring storm’ll

re-angle you normal

and the angel will wail

stop

that

thief