needer needer needer
(First posted on my Facebook timeline)

every last one of us is a needer
oxygen, water
shelter from excess radiation
carbs, protein, fat, trace minerals
companionship (except for a haywire few)

some of us have needs symptomatic of wrong
for instance those who seek alcohol
to fill an unfillable well
and some have need of pistoning action
could be cars could be sex could be fistfights

my deceased younger brother needed needles
judging from the dozens of needles
found in his hovel and car after he died
and that need made him homeless for years
put healed abscesses on his flesh
that looked like put-out cigarette burn scars
gave him hep c and deep sympathy
for his sisters and brothers on the street
left him with a mouthful of dentures
and a need for the love of God and Jesus

he fought bravely and constantly
but with two major cancer surgeries
and unremitting agonizing back pain
he lost his war at the age of 62

and i his brother also have a war on
for i am his brother in addiction
mine involving cards and dice and a little ball
that rolls and clatters and ends up in one
of thirty-eight slots

i am winning the war now
but am no less a needer
and every day is a skirmish
every week a new battleground
every month one more tally mark of victory
or not

and you dear Reader
what sort of Needer
are you?

“Trip” is slippery. It can mean Stumble or Journey or Psychedelic Experience or Activate. Trips is pokerspeak for three of a kind. A Tripmeter is an odometer within an odometer. Trip can even describe a human being. “That guy is a real trip. Flaky as a Betty Crocker crust.”

Gargoyle

Great in an imbroglio
Atavistic play
Rager for the heads that roll
Got that soul of Klee

Myth-rumor has it that Saint Romanus of Rouen had had the dragon he had vanquished burned at the stake, but the dragon’s throat and head proved flame-resistant. So the Rouennaise threw the head on the Rouen cathedral roof to be a “Ye Be Warned” reminder to demons and other evilmakers that God and his vicar the Archbishop were not to be trifled with. And behold, there came a great rain, and the gargoyle’s throat took in the rain, and it gushed from the mouth, and cathydraulic damage was diverted away, and ever since then some gargoyles have served as rain gutters, and that’s why their voices are gutteral. Thank you, Reader Friends, for reading my nonsensical Bad Pun of the Day. 🙂

#Inktober #Inktober2022

The challenge for today was to make a work of art on a rectangle of card stock measuring two and a half inches bt one and five-eights inches. Since it would be tiny, “tiny time” seemed an appropriate double acrostic. It didn’t take long to figure out end rhymes with an abab scheme, though “exempt” and “pro tem” are not quite true rhymes.

tiny time

thoughtfulness is tax-exempt
indolence is sans souci
none need senator pro tem
yin needs yang as thou needst me

The poem is a distant cousin to the lyrics of the song “The Best Things in Life Are Free.” The illustration is a sort of resonance with “thoughtfulness,” the first word of the poem, reducing a somilar concept “watchfulness” to the pocket-watch “watch,” the king’s jester “foole,” and the Prohibition-era G-Man Eliot Ness “ness.”

Readers, your time is precious, and there are thousands of demands on it. Thank you for spending this Tiny Time with me.