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d for dimension and distance and dear

d for discography duh disappear

dangle a doodad for dimpled delight

dip into dollars for funtime or flight…ah, but

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dastardly doer of doomscrolling deeds

drops new distractive denouncements in screeds

direness daunts what we need is relief

drive out this dreadfulness cease with this grief…so

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dante’s inferno’s a third of the tale; let’s

dare to climb through purgatorio’s wail

dance with the deities rise with the leaven

deem ourselves worthy of striving for heaven…xoxo

an older frank sinatra sang lyrics from “the way you look tonight”/and they used it for a commercial/with stills of frank singing and smiling/and who knows what the commercial was advertising/but i trust it showed to frank/that he still had it/and was valued

a really old tony bennett/brought tears to lady gaga’s eyes/simply by recognizing her when she came out to sing with him/and they sang timelessly together/though tony was addled with dementia

glen campbell and alice cooper were golfing together/and glen told alice a joke early in the round/and then told him the same joke later in the round/and yet again before the round was over/but glen kept on performing on stage/and bathing in the applause/and he was still really good/and muscle memory kept his guitar playing astonishing

and i identify with and cheer for those old guys/and learn from them/that spending the last of your life making music/even when much of you is gone/is a glorious testament to “the show must go on”

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i was an art major in college/and jokingly told my friends and family/that i was getting an early jump on my retirement

turns out not to be a joke

i will be seventy-one before the end of august

and i blissfully spend hours and hours making things on the potter’s wheel

i turn lumps into cylinders and cylinders into chess pieces and goblets and vases and birds

and I watch with increasing detachment as another part of my mind slowly erodes

for instance I did a search on “glenn campbell”/because i’d forgotten that “glen” has only one n in it

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but back to “the way you look tonight”

it is a distant echo of the lines “And all that’s best of dark and bright/Meet in her aspect and her eyes” from “She Walks in Beauty” by george gordon, lord byron

“aspect” loosely translating as “the way she looks”

fun fact: “specchio” is old italian for “looking-glass”

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i don’t give a care about leaving a good-looking corpse

but i care fervidly about leaving some good-looking and well-made clay art

so I raise the “power turquoise” cup i made, and i raise it to you, whoever and wherever you are,

and say, though i cannot see you,

“Here’s looking at you, Kid.”

The Queen woke up as

I was adding a bulbous earring.

“You have changed me completely,” she scolded.

“I do not recognize myself.”

“Gone is my patrician nose

And my delightful androgyny

And the angular cut of my cheekbone.

Why?”

I shrugged.

“You are more You now.

You have defined eyes

And the innate regality of a survivor

And the hint of a smile

That sees you through the worst.

You are more real.”

She made me widen her eyes

And put a teardrop near the right lacrimal duct.

But of course when I did that

I had to do a dozen other things.

“You are making me more homely,” she complained.

“No. I am sculpting you, and you are sculpting me

Just as much. You are uniquely lovely

And your daughters will be lovelier still.”

This silenced her

And soon I was finished.

“They sell us the President the same way/They sell us our clothes and our cars/They sell us everything from Youth to Religion/The same time they sell us our wars.” Jackson Browne, “Lives in the Balance,” mid-1980s

lampreys and rose stems and skeeters, o my.

vampires and vacuums and vegas, o my.

Lobbyists Senate and Congress, O MY.

suckers all,

and the paradox is THEY

are playing US for suckers.

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and we need an antidote for suckery

and rhymes thereof.

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doubt of,

discipline against, and

intolerance for scams…

these will help.

but a distaste for “red meat” is as essential.

we all have a hankering for that salacious,

gobsmacking, itch-scratching

metaphorical “red meat.”

so let us say to ourselves, “ah, the best of me

doesn’t want that. only my

Inner Lizard wants that.

because it’s fluffy and tasty.

but side effects include

Genocide, Armament, Despotism

and Destruction.”

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let us banish the Lizard

to the Hell It is creating.

let It rule there

exclusive of all elsewheres.

a slug of sleep

at a phase of the moon

and you’re gabby in the morning

and a tabby on the prowl

come afternoon

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but open a channel

and channel a verser

and set a sail a set of fleeting thoughts

like

“Some saw him as an artisan who bartered bathroom enclosures for herbs. Others trivialized his efforts as merely stalling for thyme.”

and

“The ultimate oxymoron is one word. Misshit. Schadenfreude. But two short words are good. Go on a slow fast and think about it!”

soon the expenditure of energy will make you drowse. You may choose more sleep, more verse, or a different worthwhile endeavor.

[Sender’s phone falls out of his hand]

well, my mr. coffee died quietly two days ago/the on switch simply wouldn’t light up nor activate when pressed/so i being unhandy and incapable of repair slash resurrection called the time of death/and have emptied the reservoir and will give it an improper nonburial

and now I have a new coffeemaker/and have read the instructions/learning thereby that the manufacturers of this charming device/define five ounces as “one cup of coffee”/so i will get about two decent-sized cups per pot/which is ok

and I have just now followed the instructions/of first washing the pot with warm soapy water and rinsing/and next running a brew cycle without coffee/so as to clean its innards

and when i ran it/i learned that the new machine sounds like it dies an agonizing death by copd/as it yields the last fraction of an ounce of superheated water

its agony and final death-rattle sigh/worthy of shakespeare/who famously said

“Cowards die many times before their deaths;/The valiant never taste of death but once.”

may my new fellow-coward coffee machine/die a thousand histrionic deaths/before it really and truly and once and for all and irreparably/dies

You read about someone you might like

You walk by someone who is a fair fit for what you read about someone you might like

You hear the voice of that someone and you like it

You like what the voice says

You find a way to share space and time with that someone, possibly in a group setting

You start daydreaming about what might happen

You present a better version of yourself in hopes the someone notices

You start accumulating nice moments involving your someone

You seem to notice a mutual attraction

You definitely notice a mutual attraction, unless your mind is playing tricks

Your heart leaps when one or the other of you throws caution to the winds and the two of you arrange to be together

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(Like the visible light spectrum, Love Spectrum #9 is but a sliver of the full spectral range. The creation of Love Spectrum #10 is left as an exercise, or an overture, for the reader.)

(The author hopes a certain someone is reading this.)

you walk in/it is unusually quiet/a few pairs of eyes flicker from you to a woman you do not know

someone pokes their head into the break room/and says Staff Meeting In The Boardroom Now

you get a few more looks

you find your seat nearest the exit

the Director comes in and glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes

and you exhale as you realize

this is not an execution

but the dubbing of a knight

my adult-life home town was named after a mythic bird who was periodically conflagationally consumed and then was reborn from ash

but a spreading fungus is a more apt comparator

aerial maps over time show urban development filling topographical nooks and cartological crannies

and photos over time of camelback mountain taken from east of 40th street and south of camelback road show expensive houses climbing the mountain like lurch-stepped hikers

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climate change has amped the furnace roar of this Infernal paradise

and entrickled the cascade of Verde salt and Colorado rivers

and new residents migrating from California to escape wildfires are just as thirsty as the rest of us

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this is my home and my life

but i have moved before

I’m in Phoenix AZ at 7:07 AM Mountain Standard Time

And the temperature is 91 and well into its eager climb

And my Fitbit is at zero steps and I need ten thousand more

But if I face the harsh broad daylight now my sweat will surely pour

And the shower I just took will take a turn to null and void

So my challenge is to get my steps in a way to be enjoyed

And I think of nearby Fry’s at which I buy foodstuffs and fluids

And the Goodwill on the way there with arcana fit for Druids

But the Goodwill doesn’t open till 9 and the Fry’s though open now

Will be an E-Z Bake GIFTEEN HUNDRED STEPS one way and bedrenchment nigh and how

But I could drive there and take a tour of endcaps shelves and aisles

But the net steps won’t be much and what I really need are miles

So what I’ll do is make ceramic ware at PIP Coffee and Clay

May take the bus may walk.may drive but I’ll get a good spin on the day

And later at Scottsdale Fashion Square I’ll mallwalk hither and yon

A ragamuffin imposter facing bougie brigades full on

But cool! and fresh! and lucky! for their Harkins boasts a movie

That will reward ten thousand steps with a Pitt stop O so groovy

And their covered parking will keep my doors and steering wheel cool

And my undisheveled revelry will fluff like unworn wool

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Afterword: We desert dwellers, ambulatory or motorized, have a daily challenge to meet at this time of year, and I thought a walk through my own challenge today would be fun. I decided on a slightly clunky rhyme/meter scheme typical of those who do not have enough poetry-writing experience under their belts that yields smooth, glib (and sometimes cloying) verses, and tried to “sound” like a typical Phoenician on a typical summer’s day.

I mention Harkin’s Camelview Theatre, where I am a fairly frequent flier, and “Pitt stop” refers to the movie Foula One, starring Brad Pitt. It is hard for me to resist bad puns, especially with light verse.