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Moving Ground

May plowed Earth goodness bring

Or probe with metal finger

Vivacity–trade too

In circulation you

Need stagnate ne’er again

Go Under now & wend

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n.e.s. #181 of 480

the lady flings her arms persuasively. her left word balloon says “stablize” (not “stabilize”) and her right word balloon says “Zing!”

I love the look of land shifting beasts, and when one of them parked in front of the house I took a picture of it, and have started a sketch of it, and now I have the spine of an acrostic poem about it. The sketch and the poem will come around in due time, but when they do these early stages, fresh with undeveloped DNA, will be gone. I thought the balanced simplicity of them was worth preserving, just as photos are taken of a construction sote’s groundbreaking ceremony.

Sad news: Joe Biden’s Stage IV prostate cancer condition is worsening. Comment from the White House: “I don’t feel sorry for him.”

Joe, you were there for us in our darkest hour, and you turned our wayward nation around. When we needed coolness under fire you were the coolest guy in the room. Thank you.

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Pillage

(First published in Facebook group Poets All Call)
(To the tune of “Go Ask Alice”)

One pill slows my heart down
One fights cholesterol
And the strange green and white capsule
Turns my leaks to waterfalls
Go ask doctors
If pill-popping’s right for you

Well, they say in the commercials
They can fix your RA quick
But the side effects they’ve listed
Make me stick with being sick
Is it malice
When Death is one side effect too?

Yes I do have constipation
And sometimes it makes me listless
But this crazed pill-popping nation
Is enough to scare me shitless
And I remember
What the man at the doormouth said
Blue or Red?
Blue or Red?

Morning Borning

My Spring Training / MLB

Optimizes Hope; lets see. O

Razzmatazz gives DOOM what for

Near-misses send it off with scorn

If circus tents provide a ring I

Netlessly make gaspers keen

Gained wisdom makes the harpers sing

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Toe Tag

Ta-ta resort

O faulty aorta

Enigmas a-courting

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Customer Feedback

Comfort meager; value half

Usher like a stoned giraffe

Service pure crap à la mode

Tidiness? A wreck untowed

Oversight done by a slob

Managed by a doornail’s knob. A

Euphemism played très chic

Refundable ’round Tuesday week

This morning I retrieved an unused sketchpad from upstairs and began a new page. There were three different-sized things on the dining room table and I used them to make three circles on the page. I sketched face in the uppermost circle intending to draw a world-weary author, female; it evolved into what looks like a slightly feminized version of Roy Thomas of comic-book legend.

At this writing I’ve surrounded the circles with three acrostic poem spines, “Morning Borning,” “Toe Tag” and “Customer Feedback.” Some dark grittiness seems to flavor the draft of “Toe Tag.” (I’ve just finished the ultraviolent and remarkable Cruddy by Lynda Barry, and just watched the quite-violent In a Lonely Place starring Humphrey Bogart. Cruddy paints a gritty, dark picture of a young person’s dysfunctional life; In a Lonely Place paints a gritty, dark picture of a talented, sought-after writer with a maniacal temper. Both were well worth experiencing but at intervals flat-out unenjoyable.)

I will probably try to finish this page as soon as I can and then move on to a new one, more simple, less busy, less dark.

cookie subverses

the cookie is not sentient

the cookie is inanimate

all it took was ingredients mixed

with expedience

sheeted and baked in the oven of what

     but we say that the cookie is good

     and we think it in some way benign

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and the cookie sheet cools on the counter

and the fat man renounces his diet

seduced by aroma he

verges on coma

his ethos devolved to a riot

     his fate is no question

     entwined with digestion