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From people who are STILL

Cheerleaders on his team

Say all kinds of variations

On “He gets so much stuff done.”

They say it

Because a propagandist, maybe AI,

Figured out it was both easy to repeat

And undeniable,

And put it out there,

And his lackeys picked it up

And ran with it,

And now his parrots repeat it endlessly.

He gets a lot done, all right.

He used a drug-addled billionaire

To fire thousands of people

Who were doing good work, then did a Whoops

When it turned out

That some of those folks

Were vital to National Security.

He sent planeloads of brown people

To an El Salvador prison

In blatant violation of the Constitution

He swore to protect and defend,

Then brought in some white folks

From South Africa

To balance it all out.

He sold pardons to deep-pocket contributors.

He manipulated the stock market,

Letting some of his pals in on it beforehand.

He sold cryptocurrency in a scam he had set up

Just before he was inaugurated.

And he played a ton of golf, and denounced a lot of judges, and called half his fellow citizens “SCUM.”

Busy as a beaver, this guy,

Digging our Liberty and Justice for All

Graves.

“My brain is playing tricks on me”

We say. But, you know, the older we get,

The more body parts get involved

In the trickery. One trick stirs

Another. The skin

Decides we need new constellations

In the form of deflated-balloon skin tags, and

Then the hair, the skin’s epithelial partner,

Says “New fashion statement coming up:

Recessional Follies

Featuring Silverthread Sadie

And Thinny Minnie!”

Then the Gout Beast quiesces

For three days after that naughty  McFlurry

Chased with three-sigar coffee,

And on the fourth day chooses a new home,

The Pinky-Toe joint, alchemizing humility

Into agony…

Whoa. What was I just saying?

My brain is laying bricks on me . . .

with bones that crepitate and ache

with flesh of crepe and fissures

it may be time to ponder and make

my peace with Fategirl’s scissors

it may be time to tally and settle

my modest life’s affairs

let not that last-plucked calendar-petal

send me off unawares

.

the wind’s no longer bracing

the birdsong does not cheer

the passing hours are racing

the cliffedge draws so near

so out go final messages

forgiveness of all debtors

eradicating vestiges

of jealousy of betters

.

the deathbed’s warm and cozy

and ringed with weeping friends

the media are nosy

and love to mark our ends…

so

fuck it!! time to rally;

throw off the bedclothes! RISE!!

EMERGE from shadowed valley–

it’s Party Time, you guys!!!!

help me live say organisms

to the oxygen and cee oh two of the air

and to the soils and nutrients of the earth

help me become say babies

to the elders who feed and umbrella them

help me eat say the holders of signs

and the exchangers of money for foodstuffs

.

they are the needers of Help

and it is curious that needer and nadir

are so phonetically similar

.

help me reap say the movers and shapers

to the law-twisters they buy

and otherwise control

.and it is curious that reap and rape

are so phonetically similar

id: The That in id est, Latin for That Is.

Id: Ole Brain-Beast.

ID: A credential of existence.

we wrestle our bestial selves/our impulse selves/the worser devils of our nature/salivate at the sight of a steak/engorge at the sight of a gorgeous woman

i.e. fred astaire’s dance partner rita hayworth/marlon brando’s lover rita moreno

and the truth is most of us want passion to be an integral part of our identities

but some of us grapple with the either-or for which there seems no in-between:

either Leash

or Unleash

Sitting in the front room of my apartment in my raggedy underwear

With the outside light dimming and hope also dimming that the accomplishments-expectations of the day will be met

You have tomorrow

A voice of optimism and sanity speaks

And so many good things happened today

It is a cheery reminding voice/It is your truest voice

And five minutes can make an enormous difference

I open the dryer door and move the clothing to the foot of my bed in three goes in less than five minutes

And now the inertia is broken and you are free

I fold the laundry and put it away and put on some of the clothing

Find my fitness watch and strap it on

Fish out socks and pick up shoes

Look at my goofy hair in the mirror and shrug

Open the door into the non-apartment world

Springy steps

Tuneful heart

capper

how like a stadium/a simple bottle cap becomes/without the context of its bottle

and what a marvel of containment technology it is in any case

and how versatile a ceramics tool/it might cookie-cut medallions or checkers/ or, rolled on its side, provide texture/with its grip-enabling ribs

just…just don’t…step on it barefoot

especially sharp side up

as pictured

it’s never too late

to perpetrate

never too soon to scheme

if you lean alee

perpetrationally

as the subject of meme

play it strait

take the right-angle beam

on the bright angel trail

and extract from the fiefdom the fief

and a raging spring storm’ll

re-angle you normal

and the angel will wail

stop

that

thief

a stone long ago

is commemoratively

holding down the earth.

.

Let us salute the Uncommonweal

And Kindness and not a transactional deal.

.

the projectionist’s reel goes round and round

oblivious to its obsolescence

celebratory of its historical captures

of twenty-four photos per second

and synchronous sprocketed sound.

.

seal a kiss

seal and sea lion

seal imprinted on wax

see L for Library

for more information.

Sumatran coffee, half&half, and blue agave syrup presented in a mocha-glazed mini-mug artisanally crafted by the author

kaf

kaf

is a letter on the arabic alphabet

and in the hebrew alphabet as well

and represents the k sound

and can mean spoon

palm

crown

or potential

.

kaf is also the first syllable

in kaffeeklatsch

which brings us to the photo above

which is of a coffee mug i made

on the 26th of march of this year

and glazed near the end of april

with three other mugs of similar shape

.

the glaze happens to correspond

to the darker part

of the color spectrum of coffee

and makes a tasty contrast with coffee

that has been laced with half&half

and blue agave syrup.

.

i made many mugs this spring

of various sizes

and made the serendipitous discovery

that the smaller-volumed mugs

are more suitable

for the first cup of coffee of the morning

giving a lift the same as with a bigger mug

yet with less struggle-to-finish

in order to get out the door in time

and that makes the flavor more savorable.

.

kaf is also delightful in reverse.

if you don’t believe me,

do a fak check!

🙂