You look like you couldn’t decide
To be cat, dog, opossum, or otter
So you got in a blender and transmogrified
To a short, fluffy-furred drink of water.
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You slink and you scamper about,
An inquisitive seeker of stuff.
With your radar installed at the tip of your snout
It is joy to both skitter and snuff.
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It is weird to see you on a leash.
You belong to the wild, not to peoples,
They domesticate, sure, and you’re precious, but sheesh,
you need Freedom like churches need steeples.
right about now the executioner/is flexing his axe-wielding arms/because the cruel crowd thrust thumbs in condemnation/of the unlucky sap whose job title is Entertainer/and must now be entertaining with his amazing flying head
rite here, the bloodletting/the catharsis the appeasement/the conversion of unspeakable to a circus act
right you are and wright i am/brightness is as part of me as my middle name/a gift from my grandmother caroline/who succumbed to kidney failure four years before my birth
and here we are/in our wretched glory/and I with a this minute two-day stubble/feeling it’s time to slice that legion/wielding a tri-bladed bic
something bothers us/and a shave will help me/and 250 milliliters of clean clear cool water will help you/and here’s to our betterment
personal anarchy
to my friends Anita and Eric Mahaffey
when i was young and uneasy/in arizona’s glendale elementary school district #40/the regimentation was constant
chorus teacher miss heath/a good-souled if misguided pouter pigeon of a lady/had us sing “this is my country”/and march in place while singing “you’re a grand old flag”
and of course we said the pledge of allegiance/first thing every school day
and our newspapers were the arizona republic/and its sibling the phoenix gazette
both published by eugene s pulliam, rabid anti-communist and anti-bureaucrat
we also read the more provincial glendale news-herald/which was indeed heraldic
and as a consequence/the rules were deeply ingrained in this schoolchild/in the land of barry goldwater
(fun fact: i have grown to admire Mr AuH2O)
and you don’t just shrug off such insistent, relentless regimentation
but you resist/you fight back/even many decades later/to dethrone the despotic beast within
you learn to make functional pottery/and you make yourself an Anarchy Cup
and you learn to prepare food for yourself/and you make your meals anarchic
go on the griddle to go off the grid
buy yourself a halfloaf/of batter than none sourdough/extra sour and lumpish
use its stevedore heel/to have mayoed tuna with dillpickle/for an open-faced breakfast microsandwich/and eating it
then you spread the same tuna on the next, larger slice/and sprinkle sunmaid raisins/on the tuna substrate/and eat that too, washing the bites down to gulletsville/with black sumatran coffee in your Anarchy Cup
and then let sanity prevail, drawing the line/at spreading blueberry yoghurt/on a third, mayoed-tuna slice
instead pouring a second cup of coffee
sweetening and blondiefying it/with half&half and blue agave sirup
and give thanks to Sweet Anarchy
and being kingless, queenless and rookless
and ready to burst from the early-day’s starting gate
with intolerance for caste-based bigotry
and a fierce passion for fairness
determinationku
determination:
YOUR determination is
indeterminate.
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youcandoitku
adversity is
your whetstone. you sharpen up
when you clash with it.
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makethebadbetterku
what a mess! –so what?
pick up ONE sock–cry Victory!
DON’T add to the mess. 🙂
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changefocusku
yes, you have problems.
someone out there is worse off.
how might you best help?
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laughallthewaythroughku
warren zevon said
“enjoy every sandwich”
with mere weeks to live.
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thankyoubobdiniroku
“you talkin’ to me??”
YES, YES, whoever you are.
need a hug? hee go!!
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Note: When my daughter was a toddler, she said “Hee go” when she was trying to say “Here you go.” I found that immensely endearing.
cattle have a legit beef/with humans
Humans Are Exploitive/And Uncaringly Cruel
almost all humans with cars/murder insects without remorse
And They Raise Meat Animals/For The Express Purpose Of Slaughtering Them
humans would be better off/not eating meat
WHAT A SHAME THAT MEAT TASTES/SO F%¥&#@G GOOD, eh?
a New World is coming
It Will Have Either Wiser Humans/Forced-To-Be-Good Humans/Or No Humans
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please join The Legitimate Beef Company
and don’t have a cow
Or A Bull
OR A STEER
between the surgical scars
nestled in the palmist’s map of divination
a cherry awaits placement among molars
there to be flex-pressed until she bursts
and cascades her flavor over a nimble tongue
that teams w/teeth to strip her stone of meat
the stone placed like a tongue-set jewel
and pluck’d by scarred-hand fingers
while the meat is sent for processing
to become an essential part
of a poet
meal
the meal started with a good night’s sleep. the night before i’d e-mailed the managers at work that i thought i’d overworked my post-surgical hand the past three days and would therefore rest my hand today. when the alarm went off at 2:10 am I shut it off and got three more hours of sleep.
when i woke and took my four pills and flossed and brushed i thought i’d walk a mile and a quarter and end up at mcdonald’s, there to have an egg mcmuffin or two, but i knew i had ingredients for a cheaper and more nutritious meal at home. got a roma tomato and mexican-blend cheese and a carton of eggs and sausage and white onion from the fridge. put a bit of canola oil into a fry pan and put a third of a chopped white onion in the oil, tipping the pan and spatula-tossing till they were coated.
broke two eggs into a white bowl i’d made last year and whisked to semi-homogeneity. removed the now-caramelized onion from the pan and poured the egg in. kosher-salted and peppered and tipped the pan around to make of the eggs a circular continent. after leisurely cooking on medium heat i spatula-compelled the continent into sharpei-like folds. let rest/fry one more minute, then plated and sprinkled the rough-shredded cheese on top.
into the pan i dropped two lumps of sausage totalling about a quarter pound. spatula-mashed them as thin as I could get them without raggettifying their edges, then cranked the heat and let them sit while I fast-sliced the tomato, eating the exotic ends.
a flip for the sausage patties, a lowering of the heat, and i let the patties fry while i put the plate of eggs and cheese and onions in the microwave for thirty seconds. added the sausage patties to the plate. put the plate on the laptops on the table and set kosher salt and pepper next to the plate and the mostly-empty jug of whole milk nearby. took and photo edited the photo you see.
and i ate/mixing bites/it is great/such delights/warm and cold/salty-savory/ne’er gets old/bursty-flavory/sweet whole milk/for the beverage/adds the silk/for the leverage/over sadness/over trauma/past the madness/past the drama/upping tempo/and nutrition/braiding hemp–o/hail Nutrition!
and I thank Heaven, and Goodness, and this moment’s Reality, and i thank whoever reads all the way down for your steadfast attention, and i wish you Good Appetite of Victuals, Words and Happiness.
shoes on first
shoes on first
watson seconds
idle nose on third
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prominent abbot costs hello
cost hostile owe a butt
weirdplay bays bowl
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budloo
is a famous restroom
in roseville
Afterword: this is the forced-mutation granddaughter of Bud Abbott and Lou Costello’s “Who’s On First” routine.
two hispanic guys and i/were waiting for a bus/at 4:14am
a few minutes ago a van-like vehicle pulled up/with “animal control specialists”/decaled on the side
a woman was driving/and she had a passenger who said nothing
she asked my companions if they wanted a ride
“no hablo inglés” one of them said
i asked her where she was going/and she indicated that i was not part/of the ride offer
after realizing she was wasting her time she left
internet magic enabled me to say/”ella quería saber si necesitabas un aventón“
they smiled and said Thanks in english
the bus arrived and we got on
and remained free
The man solemnly swore/But his hand was not on the Bible/And by a grade-schooler’s standard/That means it didn’t count.
It does count, though/As a piece of the puzzle/Of this enigma of a criminal/Who loopholes his way through the rules.
“Hey, I WARNED you I was a snake,” he may say after the War.
And the Laugh Emoji will be his sword and shield.
One with Clay, Image and Text 