some of my drawings have been unearthed
from my primitive single-acrostic days
and fearless experimenting with colored markers
portraits of alfred stieglitz and jennifer hudson
musings and meanderings
done in a different lifetime
..
they distract
and i must get back to what i was doing
so I will put them aside
aside from this one
of my piano-playing
angelic
tongue-sticking-out friend
who has since found her soulmate
and changed her last name to his
Tomorrow an outfit named Merry Maids will clean my apartment. I have begun de-cluttering the floors to facilitate their operations. Meanwhile I hope to pare downy possessions, and this image shows a test of my set of old Crayola markers. They are still usable, and now, having whetted my appetite with this exercise, I want to go back to using them. But I have so much decluttering to do that I must firmly stick to the mission, telling myself “No more distractions.”
The Seahawks gave astonishing defense
Sweet Brandi sang the words of K.L. Bates
Bad Bunny’s big bravura was intense
And Green Day called out idiots. Hey, mates:
Here is the true America revealed,
Diversity, inclusion, protest, strength,
And energy for mindful souls to wield
And let true Freedom ring at awesome length.
Refreshing, isn’t it? Continue, saga,
With pendulums of peace swung back this way,
A neighborhood complete with Lady Gaga
And fellowship the order of the day.
The takeaway is sweet, the songs anthemic,
A cure for our mean-spirited pandemic.
the years of dings and rough and tumble
lend some juice to moans and groans
and you fall when once you’d stumble
and then feel it in your bones
gradually you can’t avoid all
manner of those it-hurts signals
waveforms slightly sinusoidal
muscle cramps and hamstring bid pulls
choose to be sanguine and stoic
makes the aches your friends–you’ll see
from the distant Mesozoic
Cease to Ache means Cease to Be.
shame isn’t it
what some people who have more money
than they know what to do with
do with their money?
some of them are more loathsome than Sméagol
whispering we wants it and precious…
some more evil than the judge
who sentenced Sacco and Vanzetti to death
and then telegraphed a friend
DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID TO THOSE
TWO ANARCHISTS TODAY?
Say their names:
Virginia Guiffre
Jane Doe Calendar Girl
Jane Doe slapped across the face
Jane Doe forcibly entered
Jane Doe times a thousand scarred for life
learn their names:
Ghislaine Maxwell
Jeffrey Epstein
Individual #1 also known as Donald Trump
Predators #2 through #666
Enablers #1 though #52 (R)
[In]Justices #1 through #6
and now ask yourself
how do I help end this evil?
a little after seven a m
a man of seventy-one
the day after groundhog day
the year of their lord twenty twenty-six
put his phone to his face
arrived at an expression on his face
and with his right index finger
touched the screen
..
some whom he knows are us some them
he wants another year and more before he is done
he loves a woman born in tennessee one fine fine day
he’s packing up to be with her for true love & for kicks
she has given him her heart and her grace
so quietly silly and amazing, that grace
making memories fresh that add to those that linger
the engine revs the light is green
bless the children and protect them
and curse who practices pædophilia
deliver the innocent from such a demon
..
banish to prison or to mausoleum
all enablers of the killers of innocence
denounce and punish such vermin
..
build healthy nests for tomorrow
restore trust in media
instill decency
generate utopian
homes and forego
totalitarian sorrow
february first/on the winter scene burst/some are blest some curst
groundhogs tomorrow/are imbued with magical/prognostication
friday the 13th/february means friday/the 13th in march
other months making fun/of februaries call them/”shortie” “lil febbie”
I was on the phone with my darling Donna Sue
And I needed to get my Fitbit steps in
And we didn’t want to end the conversation
So I took Donna with me
And as we talked I took pictures
..
I walked past the dive bar I like
And the Sonic and the tire place and Tower Liquors
Going into KFC where I got two-piece takeout
And then heading for home
And only then the ending our conversation
..
She is in Toledo and I am here in Phoenix
But sometimes even so
We are in the same place
a man of few words/walked into a place of worship/and pulled four slips of paper from his pocket
on one slip was written WET/the next ASCENSION/the third STANDING/and the last MUTE
but when asked to elaborate he smiled sadly
and pointed to the small scar
over his adam’s apple
and then he silently wept/and his body attenuated/stretching till his head touched the ceiling
and when his head touched the ceiling
his bare feet became transparent
and the transparency flowed up his body
and when it reached his eyes
hewinked at the congregation
and then winked/out of existence
One with Clay, Image and Text 