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Poor Axle Hole ~ Monday, June 30, 2025

Allegedly, we are all, already lighter than air, in the atmosphere, float lifted on buoyant bubbles of root beer enlightenment a dream, are you ready get out your magic carpet for a ride ending the reign of saṃsāra , the boat decides all fate, all connections, no fear life goes on for billions of years, the sun yes, will become a red giant, such pride wet behind the ears, no tears, we were cool every summer at the beach, on our bikes all day long, no worries, play pocket pool ride our beach cruisers back home, no one likes empty pockets, no cash, no change, no fun are you ready for mokṣa , for release leave it all behind, nirvāṇa , let go let Baruch HaShem , blessed be the name answer all the questions, for I seek peace liberation, salvation, suffering ripens into soft pears, this much I know everyday, a blessing, I feel no shame alive and well, a miracle, I bring desire to an end, if I borrow your ears to hear, duḥkha ends with sorrow

Arched Eyebrow ~ Friday, June 27, 2025

A lady never needs to let me know left by the wayside, a lady is not asking me to recognize her as one difficult when you find it hard to show yes, emotion, for logic rubs me raw needless to say, as I have never bought every bit of the whole package, for fun venereal disease awaits, I fear each day, Reagan and Thatcher ate coleslaw remember the '80s fondly, smitten needlessly by arrows, as desire enjoys taunting boys and girls, once bitten each person acts as if they caught on fire desire plays a lyre in love, my dear sever my head, watch the blood spurt, your face touched by acid, your ex-husband, lady objects to the idea, I cannot speak liquid destroys as if to melt disgrace each time, I look in the mirror, I cry the world has become a bit too shady mercy, if you expect me to grow weak emotion is a battleground for love kindness in action speaks louder than dry needles in my brown eyes, your eyes are red obviously, no beauty rest, instead women call thems...

Bombyx mori ~ Thursday, June 26, 2025

Will I ever be able to get out in a deep hole, unbearable pressure left alone, left to die, I fell down deep left to die, all alone without a doubt I fell down a deep hole, everything falls even if I retrieve sunken treasure visions of the sun make me fall asleep even if this world is a dream, this hole remains a metaphor, down here, the walls build up as I sink further down in debt enter the Mariana Trench, alone all alone, left to die by myself, bet butter is sweet, if I were left a bone left a bone to nibble on, if I stole enter the depths of hell, lonely, silent trouble with metaphors, they seem so real of course, I am pouring milk into milk given the world, thrown into roles, hell-bent each day to stay above water, I feel too much, Bombyx mori , I produce silk over and done, kicked out, homeless, I spent underneath overpasses, as to steal the money back, to die, and thus, to bilk if I could pay it back, every last cent no one but myself to pat, to unseal a...

Detritus ~ Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Instrumental to faith is love and trust       simply put, a lack of either is loss nothing lost, nothing gained, or so they say       obey the rules until business goes bust living is expensive, why not believe       observe the cultural barter of dross visions of success hampered by decay       eternal return of the same, to earn imaginary wreaths is to retrieve       notoriety as a kook, a mind touched by desires and dreams, attached to fire       haunted by attention, the need to bind instruction to the sound of the lyre       slip past celebrity, now, live and learn

σωφροσύνη ~ Tuesday, June 24, 2025

ὁρίζων κύκλος Not every book I pick up is worthwhile only the ones that make me smile, I read the whole feed from start to finish, I wish every book ran with me mile after mile verily, I read what I can, I scan each week, the shelves at the bookstore, the need readily without argument to dish yet another novel, hell-bent with lust burning a hole in my wallet, a fan of world literature, there is no cure only snake oil, the quackery of fraud kill me before blindness makes my mind pure Imagine, I could fly with just a gust picks me up off the ground but loaded down in my backpack, a library, the wind cannot lift this flying squirrel, quarrel kindly, or not at all, so small and brown under the weight of the world, an ocean presents schools of fish as knowledge, rescind intelligence for ignorance, barrel stock full of dill pickles, to munch and crunch worth the sea in salt, is it all my fault or as bananas travel in a bunch reasons become black and blue by default travel on occasion makes e...

coolfireblue ~ Friday, June 20, 2025

Solstice ~ June 21st at 02:42 UTC ~ ~ ~ The problem is, most people hate high school hate the fact they have to grow up and learn everything before becoming adults perhaps, I hated it because the cool rays of sunshine each summer disappear over the horizon, we watch time burn burn coolfireblue in our hands as the bolts lock shut the doors, moments never return everyone learned and moved on, as I fear maybe I did not realize the grains in my hands, of sand, were slipping away slipping away back then as was my mind my focus lost from drug abuse, to say only not as excuse but why the blind see only coolfireblue , never to mourn their childhood lost, long gone, long ago past people move on, they live and thrive, alive each person, full of excitement and joy only I was left behind, an outcast perhaps of my own undoing, my home life was less than functional, the mind hive entered my subconscious and left a toy how puzzled I became as others left as I stayed coolfirebl...

Gnash My Teeth, Pull My Hair, I Cannot Cry ~ Thursday, June 19, 2025

There are some things we cannot return to how did I become this emotional emotions are one thing, I process time remember being a kid with your friends each day is a miracle then it's gone argue and complain, if you like, give thanks realize the body starts to break down each day is a blessing, make sacrifice something we no longer do is give praise offer something up, a burnt sacrifice maybe it seems strange, perhaps, indulgent even perverse, to kill an animal that we, too, as humans, are animals how do we make sense of hegemony in our ability to lead the world nothing makes sense to me, I understand given that we are thrown into the world structures already exist forever we cannot return to childhood, to friends each day disappears with no one to hug comfort and compassion destroy sorrow absence makes the distance seem palpable nothing to do but work until I die nothing but this sorrow and suffering old things become vintage or broken down trouble with th...

Belshazzar's Feast ~ Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Gold, silver, bronze, iron, wood and stone gods overturn triumph for tragedy, tread lightly or incur the wrath of a snake determined to win at all costs, takes guts slithering in oozing cesspools, quicksand imagines waiting long to catch a trout lessons to learn, liquid fire, skulk and sneak violence and vermin, disease, a dose enigmatic, a gift not to rescind revel in agreement, law and order brighten dim bulbs, hone dull Damascus blades royal vermilion mercurial hors d'œuvres obedient as daft domestic knaves nobodies playing God with loaded dice zilch, nihil ex nihilo , causation excludes Creation as Baruch HaShem ideology begs antinomies rock solid evidence or castration on the assumption the oil was virgin nothing for Mr. Zilch, all is a sham work out who got paid, follow the monies order and affix mezuzot to bless observant followers of valkyrie dubious arguments make big money androids and drones duel at twenty paces nothing bleeding hearted Pushki...

Belshazzar ~ Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Intrepid, the extraction of folly not to alarm the unfit anxious fools trepanation removes the blue moon stone rest assured, anesthesia will sully efforts insensitive to dull the pain punishment inflicts less when sorrow fails inconvenience the unfit without stain dementia, dementia, not without loss truly disagreeable, stands a pawn honesty falls, humility befits egregious wealth, egrets without regrets empty the coffers, the basket case facts xenial with puffed chest, teeth smile with grits trembling from cold, not fear, Old Scratch, say less remember the Devil is a device as if to save face, tightly, turn the screws contradict the diction of poetry temperance drinks more when alone, a fuse inside an amplifier, blows the blind orifice of God, on the walls, He scrawls nonsense only Daniel can read, potty objections to faith by men in white coats forensic scientists conclude that bland food only kills variety as spice obey the rules or read between the lines la...

Beyond Reason ~ Sunday, June 15, 2025

Enlightened!? Everyone is, as you know now, right now, already, you are aware light pours out in all directions, just sit in a moment, you will see the light show give yourself time to relax and enjoy how miraculous life is if you stare through empty space to see what is to wit entirely beyond all words, language necessary to talk, becomes a toy entirely useless when to convey diligent concentration, all thoughts melt Empirical understanding turns grey virtual science, inverted, unfelt enlightenment, an invisible wedge rises above all barriers, the gates yes, to breach the castle as a fortress orbits technology as a structure no one ever observes within substrates eclipsed by emptiness that overflows into empty vessels that as you guess sink beneath the surface into the cure analysis again loses its point shining beyond shadows and puppet shows yes, enlightenment dazzles beyond gold objective reality is mundane until you realize and you unfold knowledge as swe...

Les gens sont des cons ~ Saturday, June 14, 2025

Les gens sont des cons ~ People are bloody, ignorant apes ~  En attendant Godot / Waiting for Godot ~ Samuel Beckett Yi Yuanji, Two Gibbons in an Oak Tree ~ ~ ~ Yes, her face, pink as a gibbon, as red in the sunshine as a well-bred baboon Yes, catch-as-Cath-can , no-holds-barred contests uncontested all holds permitted wed as well-fed geese in the foie gras goon squad nothing less than gavage for fígado jungle faced Jake forces all for the best iecur ficatum , fig-stuffed liver To wit, Helen Keller, welcome to God welcome to indifference, with no regard old or young, smart or dumb, with a green thumb Goodness gracious black sails under a shard insert a first place blue ribbon to plumb beneath the blockage, it makes me shiver bon chance! Elle a l'air de...bof, il fait froid oh descendants of slave owning racists no, I know, you do not know who you are slave owners, a class with je ne sais quoi if I offend you, my apologies not here to argue or work with fasc...

Savor a Taste for the Old Countryside ~ Saturday, June 14, 2025

Sapor  Сребреница  समाधि for  Catch-as-Cath-can, Catherine McGibbon ~ ~ ~ Savor a Taste for the Old Countryside I am sorry. I am on a mission ask me not for whom, for for whom the cheese melts is none of my concern, the pizza slice looks delicious but this transmission of mind-to-mind letting go of body release into the sea, while a cool breeze reminds the White Mosque of Srebrenica yes, I will come there to pray for the dead I read the news today, in s amādhi as undistractedness on the drawbridge meditates in defense of the fortress on the ruins of the church, on a ridge nobody notices Smidgen , one guess a tuxedo cat hungry for some bread mercy gives thanks as reward for favor in kind, kindness loves Bacan, the baker slave to bacon cheese bread with olive oil servant to the kitties of the city if as the last Catholic priest, his toil over a hot oven for the maker nobody notices Smidgen , pity

Mere Anarchy ~ Friday, June 13, 2025

Terrible ideas occur as I dream how to choose one child over another each time I fall asleep, I must decide better to roll over, play dead than scream each dream creates the conditions for harm situations arise, choose this brother to care for the other brother, his bride left out of the picture like a machine a computer responds to an alarm computers help to run the government kindness is whimsical, now here, now there aggressive forces play a role, hell-bent liquidation of persons as a bear likes to sniff a body to determine carnality, worthiness as a food order the troops to enforce martial law nobody outside after sunlight drifts visually from the horizon, the good inside their dwellings, shelter, hide away calls to halt by police meet with the claw transportation necessary in shifts information from radio broadcasts over electromagnetic waves say nothing but to stay indoors and to sleep weep not openly for missing or dead humanity is best served cold, to p...

Wickedness ~ Thursday, June 12, 2025

Through their eyes, they think they've done nothing wrong how they could destroy a child and think that religion will redeem their souls, selfish ontological apes, they bang a gong until all the world knows they hurt no one grand guignol shock and awe vampire bat how they could destroy a child and not wish the best for everyone, as I do now how they could destroy a child just for fun each person is different on the journey in light of human nature, people hurt religious holy fools, on a gurney each person makes peace before their hearts spurt yet, I, the child, cannot but feel each blow each individual decides, chooses simply what their conscience tells them to do that they listen with ears perked up like dogs how they could destroy a child, the bruises empty souls recognize their own to fill yet, God pouring milk into milk, a shoe the other shoe drops, wait no more, as cogs how they could destroy a child, the machine in the wheels, in a dream, what is the wil...

My Grave ~ Tuesday, June 10, 2

If I die, you may cry, but you will soon forget and just move on, get a move on I am not anything to anyone decide to disagree with a raccoon in a heartbeat, agree an argument engages no one, just how green the lawn you notice your neighbor, his wife, their son only you see his lawn, green as money ugly legal tender, his wife looks spent maybe just needs more sleep, a little rest advertise for Miracle Gro, and not TruGreen yes, could be, put your sister to the test cheap gossip, like wildfire, burns not so clean remember me in a vat of honey yes, opinions appear to be funny burn down the forest with a cigarette understand nothing, what does it matter turn a rotisserie chicken, the meat yes, falls right off the bone, so you would bet on chicken for dinner, an easy meal until you turn on the TV, chatter words sound like fans at the ballpark, no seat in the house warm, everyone stands and waits left uncertain about the end, you kneel like you would at church, you p...

Surreptitiously Serpentine Stealthy Silence ~ Monday, June 9, 2025

Surreptitiously Serpentine Stealthy Silence Non-plussed at the idea I got you sussed on the contrary, the truth, au contraire nothing of the sort, such was her retort - plus or minus one hundred percent, trussed like a turkey ready for a good roast under the circumstances, she could share savage gray wolves au sauvage just for sport sussed, what a joke, I was broke and then caught en garde! entirely off-guard, east coast différence for Jacqui made a difference as for that, I met Derrida, no joke truly, both he and Rushdie, no defense throw me under the bus, Good Lord, they broke humanity, shyness in the onslaught ego-driven narcissists bike the Drive in Chicago, invested with power defends Nietzsche against false scholarship environmental existence alive arguments for Jacqui apologize I was a student in Memphis, tower green with envy of ivory worship on the move, nowhere fast, I read to burn trussed up like a chicken with roasted thighs yes, I met Miłosz, his Cheshire cat smile oddl...

Know Your Rights: The Future Is Unwritten ~ Friday, June 6, 2025

That the future is happy by design how I wake up each day to language games as if the world were made up, narrative teaches us that language shapes to align this idea with objects of relation how to make sense of the absurd, these names each person identifies with to give foreignness, a sense of distance, not mine undermined by the truth, this blank notion trips me up, shallow graves, and a killer until they speak, what is hidden remains remains, lost to others, like a thriller each moment hangs in the balance, the chains invested equally for scales supine supine plates, on their backs, they rest and wait hold the weight of the world on my shoulders as titanic effort, necessary pertaining to murder to offer bait perhaps to a killer who will not speak yes, the truth is hidden, I push boulders but they fall by the wayside, how scary yes, the future is happy by design despite my efforts, I am up a creek exactly as they say, my paddle gone still, I float, as I am af...

Pegged by the Iron Lady of Punk Rock ~ Friday, June 6, 2025

If the future is happy by design for as you say, happiness, as you see the future, I only see the present how the future and the past misalign each perception, as if fiction were real for tomorrow and yesterday must be understood as more than concepts, not bent the stick in the water, appears not straight understanding itself must seal the deal relating ideas to experience empirical evidence contrary indeed to possibilities, nonsense still, anything could happen, a fairy happens to wave a magic wand, the gate answers no questions asked, it has no say perhaps it cannot speak, it has no voice perhaps the future is happy indeed yes, simply a mindset, positive, gay but like happy and gay, not what you think yes, the future is happy, full of choice despite decisions you must make, to feed everyone in the world, impossible speak nonsense to the wind, it carries pink isolated clouds at sunset, no fear given ideas, thrown beings disappear no future, no fun, is it possi...

Nostalgia ~ Friday, June 6, 2025

I fell asleep again and I woke up for some reason, I woke up from a dream exactly why, I cannot know, but tears lifted my head from the pillow, a cup lifted, my hands full of water, to splash away the tears, in the bathroom, a scream silent as a crimson curtain, my fears lifted me up, levitation, I fell exactly back into the dream, to slash each tire, even the spare, vindictive child perhaps, I saw Tati, my deceased cat again, she disappeared, it was so wild given but a moment, then gone, like that a moment to pet her, just like a spell in a moment, the joy gone, the tears fell no more wonder, how curious, how sad amazed, how possible, she came to see nothing more than bewilderment, a spell demented with desire, she came, she went I had my favorite cat, was that so bad woke up with tears on my day off, empty ontology, the study of being kissed her once fluffy corpse goodbye, I spent each year, angry, full of sorrow, to blame understanding, missing, oh, what a sh...

The Gaze of the Other ~ Tuesday, June 3, 2025

We pass each other without a word said each time the unspoken builds friendly fire pay attention to your neighbors, they dream as you dream, the less said, best left unsaid say hello, good morning to those you trust shade thrown, condescension, as you aspire ephemeral beliefs melt like ice cream anise-flavored, licorice vanilla chocolate and strawberry, she says, lick rust humble bumble bee, Wisconsin honey old men with long beards cannot understand talk is cheap, actions speak louder, money hollars burn the dollars, they wait to stand echos in the valley, a gorilla remembers the jungle, but here, mountains windows to another world, metaphors inside a Chinese box, matryoshka trouble figuring out how to make stains how to create stigmata, dot-to-dot obscene language games, we tally the scores understand, men with long beards, babushka transform reality against the grain accents spoken in whispers, voices caught winsome smiles beguile and enchant with charm organi...