
Pink Lady
Pluck’d from tree B4 it fell
It’s a Beauty bella bella
Nestled in the eater:s hand
Kinda tart yet sweet as candy

Pink Lady
Pluck’d from tree B4 it fell
It’s a Beauty bella bella
Nestled in the eater:s hand
Kinda tart yet sweet as candy

Here I sit
Broken
Halfhearted
In the fluctuant Lap of Luxury

In a resort hotel on Scottsdale Road
With amenities out the wazoo




Whilst glaciers are calving
Gazans starving and dying
And a conscientious prosecutorial seeker of justice is characterized as a ‘dirtbag’ BY a dirtbag


They form the towels into swans here
They send me personalized text messages begging me to let them help me here
I have bought two nights and three day’s worth of grand illusions here
..
If only they had included a fiddle
For me to play
As civilization burns

Our meals are salmon with garlic stuffing, marinated/quartered artichoke hearts, and green peas. We fried the salmon in salted butter, microwaved a full bag of the peas, and forked an artichoke and a half’s worth of sections out of the room-temp jar and onto our plates.
Here is my dining companion:

And here am I, pulling my stomach in as much as I can. I am a vain man.

The ingredients were about $17.00 US for two people. Some weeks ago we had a comparable meal at a restaurant and it set us back about $75.00, but they did have nice paintings and murals on the walls.
The satisfaction derived from being active, alert, and warmly aware of each other, though we are both well into our 70s, was the best meal-enhancer of all.

physio logical self portrait
insomniac age 72
no makeup
unshaven for 3 days
worried about the near middle and far future
..
it is not all bad
there is romantic love
some dreams have come true
a tyrannical regime may be coming to an end
..
getting drowsy
thanks
Who
ever
you
are

wow look at all these books
by and about people with exciting lives
treasures just waiting to be plumbed…
..
i will read a book a week without fail
except i don’t have time
especially with all the games out there
that are such fun
but i should stop frittering away my time
but I should enjoy life…
..
but terrible people are running my beloved country
into oblivion
so i should join the fight
but all of my champions and their foes
want money for the fight
my money
geez
they are bleeding me dry…
..
dear where are those
extra strength gummies?

Here’s about 40% of a drawing I’ve been working on for weeks. A little of the top and about half the bottom is cropped away. This is analogous to a Preview of Coming Attractions. 🙂
Some polishing and cleanup remain, but the main drawing is finished.
runners on your marks
poet on your meter
dogs prepare your barks
coffee black or sweeter
..
meters come with rhythm
potables with bitters
darlings have love withm
hope reduces jitters
..
get set fellow runners
dip ink fellow poet
frisk up doggie funners
take that ebb and flow it

I was watching a YouTube video from 1995 featuring these late greats. Didn’t freeze the frame so it was like being a courtroom artist.

I was doodle-sketching a man looking vaguely like a bald Vincent Price. He looked like he needed a friend, so I added a waifish-looking woman, scaled differently so she would fit, and that enabled me to put her right arm around his head, rather protectively.
Then came consideration of a double-acrostic poem to go with the drawing, and “Scale Model” came quickly to mind: a Model built to Scale, punnish but (I hope) not too punishing.
I have done four acrosticizations of “Scale Model” and they all miss the mark but all have merit. If I did a dozen more I’d undoubtedly be nearer the mark, but there would go another few hours. I have a few other projects trying to be done, so the ghost of Robert Frost whispers
“Oh, I marked the first for another day!/But knowing how way leads on to way,/I doubted If I should be coming back.”
Scale Model
She and he have made a team
Cast and crew are oyster-steamed–O
At the wrap they’re all redeemed
Latent talent makes the theme
Ending well means what that hell
..
Scale Model
Sally 4th 4 new gigs loom
Comes the dawn we worry so
Angst is up til we feel doom’d
Lava flows and ice ergs floe
Every set’s a grassy knoll
..
Scale Model
She is small & he’s her gem
Cowardice has made him moo
And she haws as he has hemm’d
Lady’s skein’s a villanelle
Egomaniac doth swell
..
Scale Model
Sarcasm
Cameo
Adenoid
Lagniappe
Enamel
here we have gone past the end of july
in an interval set long ago
the cæsars remembered two months and a sigh
and a fog with hot charcoal in tow
..
september tempts us to be cool
in attitude and fashion
with falling leaves and back to school
and ends of days to crash in
..
candy acquisition
and a moon on wax and wane
seasonal tradition
we’re allowed to be insane