life is a circle
the stone thrown into the pond
ripples all around
Monthly Archives: February 2022
Water Therapy -Haiku
running a hot bath
easing the body down ah-hh
let loose of the noose
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Wet Dream
in my dream, I saw the mountainous wave explode against the shoreline breakwall which the incoming waters towered over I was ahead of it by five hundred yards which seemed a good head start almost lulling me into a sense of complacency but still, I ran as fast as my chubby little legs could trying to reach higher ground the frothing snake-like river was quickly gaining on me carrying with it cars, buildings, and mangled people there is a kind of terror that empties the bladder and lower intestines I awoke soiled
Pipsqueaks
The nations raged, and tyrants ranted they imagine they can bogart the world as their oyster, pretending to be the gods of this world. but one laughs contemptuously at them knowing that the upstarts and hot-winded nothings cannot manage to keep themselves alive longer than permitted. But while they prance, praising their game the grandmaster catches them in a fool's mate before they can process what hit them. When it dawns on them, they drink cyanide and put a barrel in their mouth or try and hide in an underground spider hole, or have an ice pick shoved in their ear broadcasted on live TV-- being seen as the weaklings they always were
The Bold -Haiku
A freeze turns trees gray
killing fields of winter ice
the bold snowdrops rise
Shame
ashamed of the country the so-called superpower who won't stick up for those being trampled by the evil regime - forgetting the price paid for freedom? looking the other way while a sovereign ally is brutalized what about mothers and children slain without mercy while smug people view woke sitcoms stuffing MacDonald's? look up - for the unthinkable is coming to a district near you. some may glibly say that is for them privileged geography insulates me in the protective force-shield bubble today's news is a bummer so just turn the channel anesthetize self by AGT or ET see little dogs perform on cue cats on Youtube though the blood of noncombatant innocents paints the cratered streets just a few short hours away by bomber
Put in an Eaglet’s Mouth
Northeast Ohio has a feisty bunch of black squirrels. If one feels harassed, will jump at you with razor teeth. Their antics were often watched from the wooded back porch together with a frosty-snout dog wanting to chase. One squirrel in particular with white feet and half a tail was a damned bully. It used to rob and horde acorns and chestnuts from the rest. Black squirrel councils were convened to squeak about the bully's heinous crimes against squirreldom. The old dog on the porch offered its services to eat it. But the black bully only chattered its chuckles from an overhead branch. An eagle swooped and caught it in its talons, pecking at its stubborn black head to put its eyes out as it flew off to feed it to its eaglets.
Tock Talk
swigging down a Monster drink, the house is still caffeinated fingers tap on keys. Nothing is a lot to express. It is all chemical. Wiggly legs hold back a drip. A square slow methodical clock tock tock tock rides the whirring of the computer fans heat whooshing from the floor registers. Copper has a smell & turns the wrist green making a click when the links are spun. An 8 track on the fireplace bricks boomed Bad Company at five in the empty living room. Like this writing, time to dribble.