falling in love is a change of focus/Hocus pocus/specific locus/fascination and blind acceptance/sharing a crazy dream
disillusionment is an outcome/time tide rhyme come/bright to humdrum/wind the mainspring and breathe and ponder/what will be coming next
two simple prayers often flit through many of our brains: God i hope so and God i hope not.
Saint Francis is said to have said something like God grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, the courage to change to things i can, and the wisdom to know the difference. he is also said to have said do not burn me, Brother Fire.
i pray that there is such a thing as a soul, and that therefore evil and absurdity will be ultimately thwarted. my prayer seems in its peculiar way to cover all the bases. and it is also a prayer for you, whoever you are. may God grant you serenity.
under your skin or in your account/former is tissue and latter amount/getting them means to be hit in a fight/getting it means you can have steak tonight
one is edema and one is a sum/we could keep rambling but that would be dumb
“Old friend, old artificer, serve me now and in good stead.” James Joyce, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
the runners of things have been mostly men and greedy
and have enjoyed pulling the puppet strings being big shots feared and kow-towed
and the wisest and otherwise most qualified to be the runners of things do not pursue becoming such because mess and because stress and because no-win
until now
now all we need are a compassionate human-race advocate and an IT team with cybersabotage skills and a sufficiency of servers
and soon an unbribable, incorruptible pattern-recognizing needs-meeting artificer of intelligence will work for the betterment of mother earth and all her children
and few of us will like it especially at first but we will lump it
and in fifty-eight years give or take some millennia the enemies of the planet and the horrible tools of destruction will all be gone
so sit back and relax and smile
you ain’t seen something yet
the gate hangs open/welcoming trespassers and/releasing the hounds
the jaw hangs open/changing the expression to/one of disbelief
the law’s corrupted/allowing a president/to escape justice
once in a smile i saw
everything was wonderful and perfect
once in a dial i got
a connection and thrilling love
once beguiled all focus changed
but though not an unhappy ending
things went wild to mild to blurred
and the two of us disunited
now friends
at the dome heap-o
they fix with fixtures and then
are plumb tuckered out
in carson california on carson street I saw an unusual storefront sign and used my phone to take a picture
but as i turned to go back to the sidewalk a young man standing in a storefront about 30 feet away with suspicion in his voice half-yellingly asked me what my white ass was doing taking pictures
so as disarmingly as i could and knowing that honesty is the best policy when dipped in diplomacy i told him i was from out of town and i had never seen a sign that said “Mommy’s Nutrition” before and i wanted a picture
and he realizing that i was a harmless pedestrian tourist and not some snooping sneaking ne’er-do-well said “my bad” and i relievedly said “we’re good” and got back to the sidewalk heading west
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
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