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The Asymmetrical Heart

January 19, 2025
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The Asymmetrical Heart

We have romanticized the heart/Reduced it to a simple shape/Made myth of its emotive core/Denied our kinship with the ape

Its septa, chambers, valves and pipes/Tell of a greater life-romance/Of oxygen exchange, the more/Essential to Survival’s dance

In comes corpuscular starvation/Sent to the lungs; enriched; engorged; To function make and flush restore/And thus is our Existence forged

The Heart at heart is like a bellows/A squeezebox never on the shelf/So have respect, ye Ladies, Fellows:/It yields not love but Life Itself.

candor anchor rancor and/or

January 18, 2025
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mix up the letters of JOE BIDEN

and you get I NEED JOB.

mix up PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP

and there’s a DESPOT in there/and a PIED STRUMPET/and a RESIDENT DOTARD

and a lot of other fun insulting anagrams

for the man who likes to say things/to get elected/and then unsay them/because he only said them to get elected.

you can also be sure/that the CANDOR or a venerated news ANCHOR will evoke his RANCOR AND/OR Wrath.

long ago a military man said these exact words: “We had to destroy the village in order to save it.”

Somewhere in at least two places evil men are acting as if

they have to destroy this country

in order to destroy it.

m.o.t.s.

January 17, 2025
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rise and shine kid morning’s here/coffee up with cream and splenda/grub up dress up disappear/meet that improvised agenda

break at seven lunch is noonish/crunch those numbers write that plan/show up for the meeting loonish/out by seven if you can

home at last kiss wife pet doggie/flop exhausted watch the game/weather forecast comes up soggy/every day more of the same

new scars

January 16, 2025
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the murky focus is for the squeamish

who might squeam

if they saw how like crawling centipedes

these new stitches slash scars appear

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this makes six surgical scars and a patch of road rash

two on my forehead three on right hand/wrist and one on my left knee

and the road rash on my left forearm

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hey wait i forgot my appendix scar

that makes lucky seven

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we are all scarred

and not all scars heal well

and some not at all

but we are here

and here there are avenues of comfort

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the hockey player gordie howe had dozens of scars

they were an occupational hazard

and badges of honor

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the road rash has been healing gradually over the last seventeen years

it has gone in relative size and shape from australia to japan

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so i hope to get the scar to hawaii by my hundredth birthday

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and my centipedes will have joined my lifeline and loveline seamlessly

when i shake my Maker’s nonhand

bugmuscle

January 15, 2025
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bugmuscle propels the skittering critter/tripodally some times, in flight others. a horse’s gallop is inelegant/in comparison; the coordination of six legs/whilst maintaining balance and speed/keeps the flexor muscles of three femurs contracting/and the other three relaxed/at any given moment. a scientist named Hill/developed a model that niftily tells us what is going on/with all muscle, exoskeletally encapsulated/or not. it makes for good, substantive reading, but/i left it unfinished, being unready/with my bunch of mammal muscle/to be over the Hill/just yet.

bugs cannot smile. rejoice, for we can and do!

noeyes

January 13, 2025
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noeyes

“…as you stare into the vacuum/of his eyes…” Bob Dylan, “Like a Rolling Stone”

he is noeyed/nevertheless he is eyeing us all

judging

looking out at you and seeing foibles

waiting for another slip

and that is why he is there on my home screen

amongst stuff i often use

i made him to watch me/keep me mindful/let me know twin abysses abide/and every moment counts

i stare him down to prepare for a challenge

he wants to intimidate but hey

i can see right through him/so can you

on the pier

January 12, 2025
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on the pier you smell fish and saltwater/or you might be inside a shack to buy a hat/and you hear seagulls and tenor-clanging bells/and you might see a huge grey battleship at the edge of vision

on the pier you lean on the rail/and resonate with incoming crash of surf/and you are pulled by a sea that sings to your dna/of home

on the pier an excited boy catches his dinner

while a wandering-eyed husband catches hell

you walk from the pier to the boardwalk/rent a bike and build a breeze for your face

you glide and look backward and see that the pier you were on is shrinking/and you turn around to make it grow again

turn in the bike pay and walk to where you had been and are welcomed by a calm pelican who gives you a tiny nod

on the pier

busy b

January 12, 2025
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a honeybee thwarted

must go to plan b

b cautious when straying

from combs in the tree

b mindful b wary

b nectar-aware

b able to map-dance

and lead sisters there

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the dance of survival

in honeycombed tree

will lead to arrival

at bloomful point bee.

group 9

January 11, 2025
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in the concourse/walking toward me/a fortyish guy wearing his allegiance to ohio state

i’d never met him but i congratulated him

he said Thanks a touch apprehensive a touch smug

his football team had last night defeated the texas longhorns

and as I sat on a just-vacated seat/they started allowing group 3 passengers on the plane

scant minutes later i and my fellow group niners are let to board

scant minutes later i am strapped in with seat 23F

one minute later I am remembering/the car ride to the airport/on icy roads

right now the welcomer to flight 474/has mentioned the need to do some defrosting

but assures us we are under clear skies

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ever the pessimist i worry-wart in my seat and wonder if this my last message

so to give it the gravitas it may need/I hereby state that it is possible to love everyone/and hate no one

love sweetens the psyche and hate venomizes the psyche

my universal advice to everyone in five words is “have good safe challenging fun”

happy landings

Note: At the time of this writing, the author is still alive.

sympathy for the buddha

January 10, 2025
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the buddha’s lap is full of snow/his testes are retracted./his head is void of yes and know/and dead men’s laws enacted./ignoring cold and hungerthirst/and mudra’d bladder fair to burst/he’s in serenity immersed/and centered, stilled, and placid.

the buddha’s chakras are aglow/attuned to One with All./the fountain by him does not flow/it welcomes flakes to fall./by dusk the snow will them enshroud/make trees no longer barren-boughed/and false existence disallowed:/Nirvana come to call.