Poem harvest October 2024
2024.10.10 – I may look empty
2024.10.11 – I was beast man at my wedding
2024.10.11 – I ride my Camus
2024.10.12 – Sometimes I wear two shoes
2024.10.13 – Is sacrosanct
2024.10.14 – Sky green
2024.10.14 – 80 in 70 not as bad as 80 in 60
2024.10.15 – I got 15 minutes
2024.10.16 – Being me since the 1940’s
2024.10.17 – Ah, temporary absence of strife
2024.10.19 – Old man
2024.10.20 – Dog leads on our walks
2024.10.24 – Drinking the talky coffee
2024.10.25 – The chicory has faded
2024.10.25 – Dog is walked
2024.10.28 – Leaves slow falling fast and often
2024.20.30 – So full
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I may look empty
but fumes still fuel my quest
Seems like it’s all Go Go Americana
these days down at the
All American Gas Station Beer Stops
I drank MD 20/20 once
and once was enough
but for pure power glory
a drug dealer in low class high rise
who cut coke at my place
cuz wife didn’t understand
once brought moonshine along
and WOW
stuff glowed all the way down
then smiled
Still smiling my 33 years sober
47 years later
Now follow full-spectrum flower
to ease hours
when wind on wrong side of strong
Going on a dope run
running with the wind
then after we’re done
we’ll do it again
There are silences in the silence
unsilences in the unsilences
lotus grows pure from muck
while I’m more dump truck
And yet
gotta believe good would in bad water
Tickle back of neck sweat
absentmindedly rubbed
killed bug
bug being bug
sweat being sweat
me being me
bug dead
My bad?
You’ve no idea
I was always outlaw
rogue
approaching scoundrel
wanting better
Push myself to edge with coffee
and stress of class less ness
you know what I mean
if not
you’re part of the problem
and I’ve no solution
cuzs problem myself
Outside silence slows
to rush of wind and wheel
red thread of siren
Where’s the punch line?
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I was beast man at my wedding
My first pun? Once a pun a time
I’ve got quite a few pieces
but missing some bits
Quantum creatures sneak my creases
eating what fits
Betting heart as feature
not fatal bug
Reality’s creaky cum creature
one sum slog
Listening to bonging clock
grateful we agree
Inner silences in inner silence
carry the weight for me
Are figments baby figs?
Do they grow on trees like need on knees?
There is song in silence, song in noise
lesson in both
Steeple of day steeped in night
eat until eaten not very nice
We are mouth holding scream
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I ride my Camus
across this desert
of intellectual land
no morals
so few being kind
most bent
by greed and grab and gripe
He sez
Sisyphus is a happy man
I ride his rock
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Sometimes I wear two shoes to write a poem
sometimes none
sometimes one shoe socks two
sometimes one’ll do
depends on doing
poem coming
don’t know where or why
they light on I
but grateful
adds glitter to gloom
lightens doom
swoons moons
fuels fumes
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Is sacrosanct
the past tense of sacrosink
or the precursor of sacrosunk?
I like succulents
love to rub them low and slow
against my crotch
Heard online song of mine:
“belly bump back, back bump belly
gonna go jack my jam in jelly”
Its musician. editor, recorder
lives on
dead these nine years
He fatal fell
I non-fatal falling
non-fatal fine, falling nein
Can’t be staying
but I’m not going
too much paying, too much owing
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Sky green
dark cloud gray
slow rain in play
Through the rain
through the pain
here we go again
Hold my hot coffee
black in cold hands
sip its dark bitterness
Cat in lap
life is hap
iness
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80 in 70 not as bad as 80 in 60
but bad is bad, worser worse
Got one shoe off one shoe on
heading downstream to have some fun
my pocket empty as a preacher’s heart
hope held higher than an elephant’s fart
From KKK to killing JFK
yesterday creeps into tomorrow’s sorrow
while now runs off with then
Another gummy down the tummy
more THC to mend the mind
gooey chewy to remove the moody
terpenes stick the hive behind
America – caffeine, sugar, and weed
what more you need
cept maybe coke and speed
Done em all to much appall
yet helped build my all
Now down to weed
caffeine
energy unseen
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I got 15 minutes
and a green light
Gotta follow lane logic though
cuzza the club
Lurk outside their fire flame
wanting heat of hot
warren warmth
but no knee to bend in invite
Fire light tribal might
no inside outside sight
Back to basic
we sat silent on London bench
watched worm work its way our way
stop
hunch
push into ground
hunch and push
hunch push
into flat earth
until it wormed its way
in and under
didn’t even leave a hole
In and out they eat our snout
to grow the cherry treesl
Guess green light gone
and red runs on
yet still I walk in wonder
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Being me since the 1940’s
proudly hated by the morally feeble
into their grab-bag of evil
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Ah, temporary absence of strife
sitting before fire
pre-dawn
first cup of caffeine push
wedded with the will of the weed
babbling away with wife
about life
pets on the floor
friends soon at the door
and . . . more
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Old man
walking old dog
Death watches
Full moon last night
full sun this morning
fool me goes on
You keep going
till you can’t keep going
except you can’t can’t keep going
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Dog leads on our walks
don’t understand his logic
but see his need
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Drinking the talky coffee
in pre-dawn dark
by firelight
me jabbering away
ear-sore wife suffering
dog waiting impatiently at feet
for talk to end
morning walks begin
me in caffeine-jacked now
and the ain’t no not yet next
savoring the madness of moment
since minutes tend to the mundane
which is weird
since mundane ain’t
simply can’t be
in this miraculous whee of life
and lights
laughter
love
so leave me be
leave me
leave
be
and somehow pay the rent
(for you of the Capitalist bent)
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The chicory has faded
and the small whites are moving on
Old dog is walking slow
yet casts new shadow
I trail behind
just glad to be moving
New day
new sky
new why
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Dog is walked
pets are fed
did the dishes
made the bed
laundered clothes
cleaned cat box
pay what I owes
oiled the locks
got rid of the grease
wound-up the hours
put wife at ease
smoked some flower
watered my weed
emptied the trash
if more in need
you’ve only to ask
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Leaves slow falling fast and often
glowing gold in dying death
they had their season
and reason
their wet and wind and sun
night for rumination
did the job
cooled earth
cleaned air
softened noise
danced deep in breeze before still eyes
green in sun
strange in moon
filled with night song frogs
day squirrel chatter
cardinals blue jays raccoons
all nice and sweet
until the meat
and hawk
go now
gone later
doing done in time
honor our oozing entropy
jumble joy in between
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So full
the falling leaves of autumn
the beauty in death
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