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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.

he warned of a snake/”I’m a snake–wha’d you expect?”/guess who is the snake?

to the victors go/the spoils. victory at all costs. hey–/remember pyrrus?

mass deportation/not only of brown people/but of sanity

i do not have the right/to remain silent in the face/of this travesty

prostitution rocks/on halloween when trick and/treat are the same thing

the containers kids/use for candy are the or/iginal loot bags

a solar-powered/witch’s broom is tricky tech/lunar power’s worse

a bag of sweet treats/needs preventive dentistry’s/tooth preservation

happy all soul’s eve/may your tricks be solvable/your treats delicious

fedoraku

headwear for gumshoes/impractical and stylish/some banded some plain

fedoraku2

on redondo pier/my then love fedora’d me/so adorably

capku

seed corn politics/ball teams philosophies all/on billboard foreheads

roundwearku

oliver hardy/wore a derby but patrick/macnee a bowler

tangentialechoku

a bowling champ goes/to the kentucky derby/and says “whoops–wrong hat”

one bristle cannot/sweep worth a darn. teamwork and/elbow grease succeed.

a new broom sweeps clean/a middle-aged broom struggles/old brooms look nasty

when the floor is wet/a painterly sweep pattern/becomes visible.

groomed broom vacuum doom/particulate settlements/of dust and°or/skin

by yesterday’s end/plus nine and a halfish hours/i ended up here

and the earth has moved/nine hundred thou k toward/sagittarius

and the trump v harris/debate that will rock the world/is three days away

and i am a week/and nine days into my new/seventies decade

and three along with/its multiples is still the/prime mover number

(to Brenda Anna)

the doc lulled me then

twist-snapped my head. a

ver

teb

ral

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pejh

jhee

oh!

Afterword: this faux haiku is based on a doctor’s visit I’d had over twenty years ago, a first visit with a doctor in my PPO network. I had reported neck problems of pain and severely limited range of motion. He had me lie face- up on the examining table and positioned himself behind my head, gently rocking my head as if it were a bowling ball, saying a few lulling words in a monotonous voice, and just as I became 100% relaxed he quick-as-lightning twisted my head at least 75 degrees. My upper vertebrae crepitated big time, both audibly and tactilely. Flash forward to about an hour ago, and the sudden remembrance of that event, and I wondering if I could synopsize it in seventeen syllables with the last two words being “vertebral arpeggio.” That musing turned into what you have just read.