Now that, in the tall tale tradition, I have elevated Beyoncé in poem #495 to goddess and creator status, I thought I would try to do something a bit more serious with the subject. It’s fascinating to me, but not surprising I suppose, that an image, the same image, seen in two different contexts, canContinue reading “#496: The Proud Boys and the Oath Keepers and all…”
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#495: Beyoncé created the universe…
Beyoncé created the universe and it was good, I tell you, it was good.On the seventh day, She rested, of course,but sensing that something was still amiss,She invented The Beatles, yeah, yeah, yeah. It was the eighth day, and there was musicof every kind and there were no lanesand no bullshit about who could doContinue reading “#495: Beyoncé created the universe…”
#494: Drummer’s Request (What I Need in the Mix): A Monostich Collection
The Mix Can I get more consciousness in my monitor? The Cowbell I’d prefer less of it, actually. That One Guy I need less of that guy in the mix, that guy, the one in the back with the hat, the guy talking through all the quiet parts. The Suck Turn it down, please. TheContinue reading “#494: Drummer’s Request (What I Need in the Mix): A Monostich Collection”
#493: On Approaching Two Years of Retirement
It’s not all gravy. I mean, there’s a lot of gravy,but it’s lumpy in spots, maybe too salty here and there. I have yet to develop a routine, for example. I meander into each day, like a drifter in my own life. I have more time to think about pain, where its coming from,what aggravatesContinue reading “#493: On Approaching Two Years of Retirement”
#492: I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God…
I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God, the news reaches my notificationsand it makes me laugh on a couple fronts, the first of which is the genius here: to be the first person to have the gutsto make a Facebook profile page for Godwho’s antithetical to “churchiness,” antagonistic toward all dogma,calling outContinue reading “#492: I learn I’ve earned a top fan badge for God…”
#491: Some days you just don’t want to write . . .
I Some days you just don’t want to write. You get up and you try to meditate,but something is wrong with your dog and sheis harassing you non-stop while you sitand you find yourself angry, cursing inbetween deep breaths in and out. And the promptfor today is uninspiring, the list of brainstorms you made for sonnets runsContinue reading “#491: Some days you just don’t want to write . . .”
#490: Sonnet with a Stolen Last Line from Shakespeare that is not a Sonnet about Shakespeare, FYI
When reading sonnets by another poet, I think to myself, mine aren’t very good. And I try to dial in the source of that doubtby pointing at the things I like in his, the things that make his poems better. He’s not rhyming, his lines, most all five beats;I’m not doing or doing these sameContinue reading “#490: Sonnet with a Stolen Last Line from Shakespeare that is not a Sonnet about Shakespeare, FYI”
#489: Ode to the Zip-up Hoodie
Between October and into the very last days of AprilI am wearing you, one of three zip-uphoodies I own. I favor you over pull-overhoodies, because, when things heat up,you can be removed so quickly, and put back onwhen things cool down, and then you can be removed, and put back on, and removed, and putContinue reading “#489: Ode to the Zip-up Hoodie”
#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .
I’m having a really hard time with the idea that the 8th of April might be the first day on which I don’t complete the composition of two poems, one of which must be a sonnet. I could let myself off the hook, I suppose, because yesterday I posted a 28 line sonnet, or, rather,Continue reading “#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .”
#487: On Getting a Parking Ticket
Almost nothing elseangers me like a parking ticket. Stopped for coffee with a friendand in that hour or lesssome gutless park patrol personswings by and slaps the ticketin the windshield under the wiper. I’m mad. It makes for a very expensivecup of coffee, perhaps the most expensive cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I’mContinue reading “#487: On Getting a Parking Ticket”
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