
“Lines Collecting Lines”

"Don't put things off…it may be later than you think."
“Fresh Starts”
A canvas stretches out before us
Newly open
Waiting for engagement
The rearview is full of ago
We must forward
Place purpose, then
As the only given moment exists in this small frame
Available, until occupied
The secret, though?
The canvas renews its new each day
Don’t beat your kindness of self upon it
But do bear witness to the truth of self
Create again
You are never what you were, or will be, but simply what you are…
This one and only moment of new
Take a chance
Forge your soul into a becoming warrior
Fight for life
Fight
“Desitin Daddy”
Desitin Daddy,
Quarantine savvy,
Whittling a day to wit’s end.
Working from home,
Never alone,
Zoom session lagging again.
A virtual classroom,
Diaper fresh ass-wound,
In need of calming cream.
For all of the crying,
Squirming and prying,
Dry bum bum makes him serene.
“So…ciety”
Society
So…ciety
Lacking propriety
Feeding anxiety
Challenging sobriety
So…ciety
So what about me?
So what?
So inclined to pursue
My interests anew
So what, about you?
I don’t like your views
They make me uncomfortable
You must be normative cisgender racist of no particular color
You fit the profile
We all know what you are
We’ll identify you
So that others can understand your inherent ability to cause discomfort in this space
So what?
So it goes
So on and so forth
So, just so you know
Sobering
Soul
Soulless
Pain numbed
Down dumbed
So, about that thing…
A so called humanity
Discerning who can be or be seen
Relative to hurt feelings
Extreme
So extreme
I’ll Trump your facts with a meme
So important to me
Impacts what I see
Despite reality
It’s all about me
So what about me?
So what about me?
So…ciety
“In My View”
In my view
You haven’t seen enough
You’re gaze is fixed on a point that affords no perspective
You look backward
Not forward
And never inward
In my view
You build bivouac biases
That become entrenched
In the shadows of self-validation
Looking for rights instead of right
Seeing the worst in all
In my view
You’re blinded by the rage of ignorance
Led astray by false prophets
Are a sore for sighed I’s
That is to say ego,
Id go as far as impaired
In my view
I see
I saw
I sought
“O Toddler Tree, O Toddler Tree”
O Toddler Tree, O Toddler Tree
How barren are thy branches?
O Toddler Tree, O Toddler Tree
How barren are thy branches?
Your boughs once full of ornaments,
Become vacant when they’re present.
O Tantrum Tree, O Christmas Tree
How barren are thy branches?
O Toddler Tree, O Toddler Tree
How barren are thy branches?
O Toddler Tree, O Toddler Tree
How barren are thy branches?
We put the best up out of reach
I missed a step and strained my knee
O Tantrum Tree, O Toddler Tree
Small hands destroy our efforts
“Conspiracy Theory”
Conspiracy theory
Misery
A friend I have
Now lost to thee
Rhyme and reason
Out the door
Reality twisted
Sense, no more
Your fucking hold
A tractor beam
No longer grounded
Insanity!
Facts are fiction
Fictions are fact
Your waking life
Has been hijacked
No way out
Truth not rendered
You’re prey to
Extremist agenda
Conspiracy theory
Misery
A friend I had
Now free falling
“Gravy Train”
Rolling boil
Bubbles and steam
The gravy train
A foodie’s dream
Vegetable stock
Turkey juice
Corn starch
Makes a tangy roux
Get it hot
Get it poured
Dinner thread
To feed the hoard
“Turkey Carcass”
Turkey carcass
Pummeled Scut Farkus
Gravy sandos so choice
The kids abed
Thanks all said
Silence kills the noise
Blackest Friday
Just a regular Friday
Shoppers showing no poise
Stripped of meat