Saturday, July 31, 2021

20210731.0430

Again I long to hear the dice
Roll and clatter among lies
Told with friends as we all fight
The challenges with our feigned might
That others yet to us present--
And that we might actually win.

Friday, July 30, 2021

20210730.0430

Not yet two score
Certainly not more
Yet I am sore
As rare before
I think I tore
Something loose

Thursday, July 29, 2021

20210729.0430

The Ides of March
Do not approach
But the Julian ending
Does encroach
And Augustine rising
Comes in fire
That burns with heat
Not of desire

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

20210728.0430

To say
I told you so
Is cold comfort when
The thing predicted
Happens
And you and I and others are
Fucked
As I well know
Because
Well
I told you so

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

20210727.0430

Staggering forward though
Not a drop has passed the lip
Of malted barley or pressed-out grape
Nor head-strike suffered
But drunk on something else
Not taken in but given out
Again and again until
Only dregs remain
And soon they will be swallowed, too

Monday, July 26, 2021

20210726.0430

The singer sings
The presence of absence disappears
The paradox resolving in a line not quite crooned out
A tenor never really can croon quite right
But it remains in place
The hole where once there was remains gaping
And no amount of fill really takes its place
Making other holes in other places
And there is no gain

Sunday, July 25, 2021

20210725.0430

Only five months yet remain
Until the day comes once again
Beleaguered in the red-voiced words
That fall stinking like the turds
Of pachyderms that plod along
To find a place where they belong
And trample places that they go
In passing through creating woe
So stuff and garnish all your homes
For who knows where that one will roam
Who by calling out for more
On the day has declared war
That in five short months will be today--
Or so the squawking pundits say

Saturday, July 24, 2021

20210724.0430

O, city of a President,
To you today I me commit,
Entering you once again and
Thinking, this time, not to leave

Friday, July 23, 2021

20210723.0430

So
This is it
The end of things
Little pomp and less fanfare
No tattoo to march on out on
Just shutting the doors and turning off the lights
And heading off into the growing night

Thursday, July 22, 2021

20210722.0430

The day approaches when
I will leave what I have known again
And will once again begin
To learn something new
But the journey is not so long this time
And it is easier for having been done before