I dunno. Poetry I guess.

June 12, 2018

 

Three Loud Firetrucks

Three loud blaring, blasting firetrucks

Tree limbs swaying

Sirens lingering

Wind dying down

All quiet now

Just street persons muttering,

Cars whooshing by

Doors slamming

Ears ringing

I seem to have made a mistake.

I seem to have made a mistake.

Sorry about that.

A bit of a blemish on my life.

Can’t expect normalcy again.

I’ve come back into my body

I’ve come back into my body

I feel no pain or discomfort

These were the best years of my life

I should have noticed

I should have looked around and felt the world

 

This is some haiku

This is some haiku

I just wanted to state that

Now you may go on

 

I just lived my life

I just lived my life

I wasted all of my time

Now it’s time to die

 

I will find meaning in life

Just around the bend

I will find meaning in life

Then I will be free


Don’t worry, I’m not depressed – it’s just poetry! It just expresses part of my experience. If you really want to understand what it’s like to be me, read this:

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The Universe is on the side of justice

May 2, 2018

In every age of history, people have thought the world was about to end.

But I have hope, because the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.

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It smells like teen suicide

April 26, 2018

1.

Tingle fuzz

Lurking dread

Alone in a crowd

It smells like teen suicide

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Flow

March 15, 2018

I am like yesterday’s snow on branches

Today the branches are bare. The snow isn’t snow anymore. It’s water on its way back to the ocean.

The only thing permanent is the impermanence of flow

The snow is not supposed to stay forever.

What would be the point?

Things flow. That’s how it is.


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An Urban Prayer

February 8, 2018

May there be only green lights

May there always be money left in the meter

May there be a stash of quarters ready for your laundry

May there be two dollars in pocket to tip the barista

May the crossing walk change to walk as you approach

And may your favorite music come on at the grocery store

Amen


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It’s My Tumblr Blog!

September 17, 2017

Here’s a screenshot from my Tumblr blog. Click it if you would like to look at Punk Pictures, Political Polemics, Peaceful Protests & Pathetic Poetry:

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UPDATE: After many years of blogging, Tumblr disabled my account. They sent a notice that I had violated copyright laws by posting some band pictures I found online without permission. I offered to remove all unattributed posts, but they declined. So now I can waste my time elsewhere….


If not, just click this flower to be transported elsewhere:

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I Apologize for Whatever

July 9, 2017

Hello. I haven’t been posting as prolifically and pointlessly as usual. Party, this is because I have been submitting poems and stories to publications and contests, many of which demand that the work has never been published anywhere, even in an obscure personal blog with a devoted readership of my mom.

I feel bad for my imaginary readers. That is why I am treating you to a blog post in progress! That’s right, I have a partially completed blog post which is neither a story nor a poem, and therefore nobody else wants it. So here it is….

My upcoming Alphabet Post!!!

An apple always appreciates anything advertised as “Astronomical!”

Bees basically break beauty basics because bees behave badly.

Can cream cheese cause cancer?

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