20191031.0430

It is not today that I play dress-up
Not today that I put on a costume and act strangely
That will be tomorrow
When what was will be again
If only in a shadow of what was before
Seated among successors still clad in blue and gold
The offered presence itself an offering
Opened to any if taken by few
Too few
Yet more than might have otherwise been thought
And perhaps happier

20191030.0430

An oft-cited adage
It's not the size of the boat
But the motion of the ocean
Does it forget or acknowledge
That the sea will take a ship of any size
And sink it?

20191029.0430

They say to get some skin into the game
To get out from behind protective screens
And experience it in the flesh
But fucking is good even with a condom on
And they caution against taking doing it raw

20191028.0430

Two brazen sentinels stand together
One half the size of the other
Waiting to sing when they are fondled and kissed
When their wood-like tips are taken into mouths and tongued
And fingers flicker over pearls
Working leather
And sliding across gaps lower down

20191027.0430

The air does not run with the wolves here
Nor dance with them
But instead carries the calls of mountain lions
Warning others to stay away
Not to go out into the darkness
Lest they be bitten

20191026.0430

John is still pulling away
From Marianne and Michel
While Sam struts about with his hand in his pants
And a brown bear looms larger and larger
Waiting to maul all it sees

20191025.0430

The tom has been fed the curds that were in the whey
Gobbled some greedily, scattered the rest
So that the strange stepchild that Sam indulges
Holds up to acclaim for every little thing
And every little thing is another tantrum
Can have another feather for a cap he never wears
Despite the sunburn that has to be scorching his scalp

20191024.0430

She said
Not to infect her
With the chemotherapy that is the world
But if such a world as this
Is poison
Taken because the alternative
Is worse
What is the cancer
For which the world is a cure
That does not always work?

20191023.0430

There was a bit of a chill
But it is gone now
And I have to wonder how much longer
We will get to feel such things
And I have to fear
It will not be long
And I have to wonder
How much worse it will get
Before it gets better
If it gets better

20191022.0430

If he is quiscaline
Who sits in his dim-lit cave
And croaks loudly and harshly
And gathers a flock to him
What word is it for me
Who sit in better-lit cave
And hear the songs other birds sing
But lift no voice so loudly
Nor have so much company?