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The Nose-Grabber Never Hurts

The toddler begins to speak
And the papa begins to entertain
The stroller yields thrills with kinetic energy
And tilt in a 50-yard mad dash
Dubbed the “Wheelie Whee”

And then there are Gheeps and Teekos
And Raspberries on Thee Tummy
All yielding gales of giggles

But there is a modest lesson in compassion
With the Nose-Grabber
Which is a clamp of sorts
Made from the victory fingers of the left hand
Applied to the nubnose of the toddler
For three or four seconds
With feather touch gentleness
And the papa somberly telling his child
“Remember: The Nose-Grabber Never Hurts.”

Alas, I the Nose-Grabber
DID hurt my child
Not with kinetic energy but with words
Not with name-calling
But with what she called “Yell Lectures”
And not with indifference
But insensitivity…

We are estranged now
For over three years.

Every day hurts
The Nose-Grabber.
He wishes his child well
From afar.

when we overeat and gain weight and do not buy larger clothing we sculpt ourselves with stored energy/overflowing the belts of our pants

if we do it quickly we decorate our flesh/with stretch marks and the subtle tattooing of burst capillaries

and if we continue such ill-advised behavior the stored energy becomes a vascular-wall encrustation that hampers plumbing, sometimes unto death

so we who cannot control our ingestation or do not metabolize our stored energy with exercise get tsktsked by our medical consultants who prescribe us symptom-handlers and not root-cause-managers

it is a hot fat mess

wellness concerns and fat-jiggling whilst looking into the bathroom mirror now tell me that rather than sleep another hour i really ought to gear up for the outside world and i here i am doing just that and hoping to be bursting out my front door before the top of the hour for some long slow distance

walk with me friend

For the old and affluent there is a place where surrounded by breathtaking natural beauty all basic needs of safety, nutrition, socialization and entertainment are met

And comfort is provided, but comfort is a variable, and much depends on the medical history of the resident

And much also depends on the attitude of the resident

For instance a man who really ought to use either walker or wheelchair is compelled by pride and fear to use neither and the front desk clerk often watches spellbound as the man takes almost-falling-over shuffling steps to cross the lobby

But there is also a lady who by all rights ought to be bitter and angry due to disability stealing her dancer’s grace and quicksilver gift for repartee who is as chipper and kindly and uncomplaining as can be

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“Play with the cards you are dealt” is an adage for the ages and for the aged as well

And some of these cardplayers are grateful to have been dealt the late-life aces of a superb nest and tender loving care and others mark time joylessly waiting to die and the best play their hands skilfully and don’t mind losing because the real joy

Is in the playing!

dost off your preconceptions friends

for dostiny awaits in hiding in the crooks and nannies of quirkish uncanniness

in the two games i play online there are certain words allowed and certain ones not

and the archaic DOST and DOTH and DOETH and DOEST are all usable so with the one game giving you a sixteen-letter array and the array clumps ADEHOST together your fingers become flurrious making DOST DOS DO ADOS DOE DOES DOEST DOTH and DOSE

HOT TOD TAD DATE and many others

and if one of the letters is painted yellow and another mauve why your points go through the roof

and the fornix, the pleasure center of your brain, goes bingbingbing and gives you a dopamine fix

and you end up spending many more hours at this meaning-poor activity and you realize your hourglass is filled not with sand but urine because you are pissing your life away

but it is fun so thou dost continue

durst is another fun weird old word

rhymes with burst

falling in love is a change of focus/Hocus pocus/specific locus/fascination and blind acceptance/sharing a crazy dream

disillusionment is an outcome/time tide rhyme come/bright to humdrum/wind the mainspring and breathe and ponder/what will be coming next

two simple prayers often flit through many of our brains: God i hope so and God i hope not.

Saint Francis is said to have said something like God grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, the courage to change to things i can, and the wisdom to know the difference. he is also said to have said do not burn me, Brother Fire.

i pray that there is such a thing as a soul, and that therefore evil and absurdity will be ultimately thwarted. my prayer seems in its peculiar way to cover all the bases. and it is also a prayer for you, whoever you are. may God grant you serenity.

under your skin or in your account/former is tissue and latter amount/getting them means to be hit in a fight/getting it means you can have steak tonight

one is edema and one is a sum/we could keep rambling but that would be dumb

“Old friend, old artificer, serve me now and in good stead.” James Joyce, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

the runners of things have been mostly men and greedy

and have enjoyed pulling the puppet strings being big shots feared and kow-towed

and the wisest and otherwise most qualified to be the runners of things do not pursue becoming such because mess and because stress and because no-win

until now

now all we need are a compassionate human-race advocate and an IT team with cybersabotage skills and a sufficiency of servers

and soon an unbribable, incorruptible pattern-recognizing needs-meeting artificer of intelligence will work for the betterment of mother earth and all her children

and few of us will like it especially at first but we will lump it

and in fifty-eight years give or take some millennia the enemies of the planet and the horrible tools of destruction will all be gone

so sit back and relax and smile

you ain’t seen something yet