I have three major projects: Chess Pieces, Exotic Birds of No Known Species, and Some Assembly Required. All are represented in this photo, but the Some Assembly Required piece is the most imposing.
i wear the raggy ones and all
now look at me askance
i get the side-eye too a paul
ling cannot even glance
it’s only clothing but such loathing
low thing makes me dance
and what the hey it’s just a day
a boil we need not lance.
Long ago he took out a full-page ad in the NYT calling for the death penalty for five youths accused of savaging a young woman in Central Park. Though they did not commit the crime, and were exonerated, he is unrepentant and unapologetic to this day. He has also for about ten years been calling the publication that took his money and printed his ad “the failing New York Times.”
By his decree a historically significant part of the White House was torn down.
He endorsed Arizona’s Kari Lake, who proudly acknowledged that she was “Trump in a dress,” for the 2022 gubernatorial election. She ran on a campaign of Trump-supporting lies, narrowly lost, claimed fraud and went to court, lost, appealed, lost, was sued for defamation, and lost. She is employed by his administration to help dismantle the “leftist” Voice of America, which had served as a bulwark against totalitarian repression for the better part of a century.
He had an Iranian military leader assassinated by drone.
He stole boxes and boxes of government top-secret and otherwise classified documents, secreting them in his Florida fiefdom.
With no shred of legitimate claim, he is openly seeking to acquire the entire territory that is Greenland, the majority of whose population is indigenous Inuit.
He has also thrown his weight onto underaged females.
But he says I am the problem, calling me and people like me “Radical leftist scum.”
I am for throwing HIS ungainly weight around, either out of the country he has incessantly defiled, or into a maximum-security federal prison.
But please, let’s keep him alive. Cults thrive on martyrs, Heaven knows.
i: swan
the clock that tells the time counts not/and i’ll not count on it/with mainspring sprung and face besot/i do not give a snit
ii: slow
the peach that prufrock dated to eat/was neither soft nor moist nor sweet/which proves that daring has its place/but swaybacks rarely win the race
iii: peat
that dog from hell may well be love/but give your bread some leaven/by courting fun instead to shove/your carefree way to heaven
iv: gone
back to the woods and road diverged/and at the fork a dime/”so THAT’S the DIFFERENCE??!” “yup,” bob urged,/”so pick it up and climb.”
Our day is made,
My fellow Scum.
The table’s laid,
So beat the drum,
For we’ve been dissed
By Donald Trump,
Who’s deeply pissed.
His hair’s a-clump,
His face is mottled,
His fists are clenched,
His hate’s unbottled,
His pants are drenched.
He does not like
The flack he’s got,
The bursting dike:
He. Has. Been. CAUGHT.
in the kitchen the sanitizer buckets/must be changed every two hours/to ensure potency of solution.
there’s a sweet dishwasher lady/who can often be found scrubbing surface after surface/right by the dispenser of sanitizer solution. one day soon i would like to surprise her/by greeting her in her native language with a purity of accent/that startles her.
two hours of slicing overripe tomatoes/makes my sanitizer rag/as gruesome as a bandage that needs changing/so part of my sanitizer-changing ritual often includes a thorough hot-water rinsing
and the wringing of the rinsed rag is something i do with all the squeeze i can muster
takes four squeezes to get it down to the last dribs
but there’s always a couple dribs that get resorbed with the relaxation of the hands
few things wring completely
but some chapters of our life will wring true if we live right
the early tv shows were “brought to you by” a sponsor, maybe two
later sesame Street would claim their shows were brought to you by a letter of the alphabet
now even three-minute video reels are interrupted by commercials
and the “skip” button seems to be being disappeared
so “skip” is itself skipped
so the hell with watching random stuff that is rudely, spoilingly interrupted
we will stop wasting time when we skip all that
but let’s not skip the opportunity
to rejoice in the usefulness of the word
a word that you can call a captain
or the manager of a baseball team
a word that describes a flat thrown stone
as it interacts with a pond
a stutter step half-run
the unexpected untenanting of an apartment
to avoid paying rent
something you do to y’lou
dismissal of an uninteresting anecdote mid-sentence
a needle jumping the groove of a vinyl record
a british lidless dumpster
..
i just went to an online dictionary for more definitions
and got an infiniti commercial
..
we are done here
with the winter solstice
of 2025
some stones that had been arranged
millennia ago
magnetically attracted
thousands of people
from far-flung regions
and pomegranates were eaten
and rituals followed.
..
five thousand years ago
people figured out how to track the seasons
using the shadows of hewn stones
and this alignment
casts another shadow
on who we have been
and who we might become
if we pay enough attention.
Yesterday (see previous post “giftie gie us”) I brought a triangular vessel I had made to a man running a bonsai stand, wondering if my vessel might be made to sustainably containp one of his plants. I am happy to present the result, and ecstatic about the way the man had the bonsai echo the triangular design of the vessel. I’ve presented a photo to Donna today via text-message attachment, and I’ll give her the real thing when we get together.
existence
gambols with
greatness generating generations
sanctifying ethical defiance and fearlessness
but subjunctive junctures
permit failure
devouringly
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