WHERE EVERY POST IS THE LAST POST.
I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.
A Lowbrow Meow Ha Ha And Howdy—-—Last weekI thought it justmight be my lastweakand that kindathinking is peakbleak and reeksOf tough tittyKitty, but even an animatedantiquated anachronismshould eventually just give upthe damn ghost Meow But no.. not me..Not just yet,I’m betting the farmOn “beat”ing the gamea tone deaf day late maybe And honestly,a bit shadyThis […]
Bad Optics In Autumn, often…if on occasionAnd oh so perversely , The Sun, being a StarActs the paparazzi Sneaky ass celestial snap-shots in acute and angryangles… with contourscontemptuous of comings orgoings of lesser luster A bitter burnishA begrudging buff
Turn On Tune Out I awoke this morning feeling a bit like Judge Cannon. Wow! What an Appeals Court upbraid. But the day’s early and I’m sure I’ll error, in coming days, way after ways, early and often, as I trice trip into my intended home office repositioning. But this refashioning starts with a small […]
Leaf Peeping I guess it’s autumnAnd that oughta be my anthemCause… certain as lengtheningshadowsI’m headed for a fall A retrocede of my own doingI’m a serious serial backsliderAn aging apostate back talkerpast peak cheekto bygone irreverence And ain’t that intolerableAnd ain’t that inevitableAnd ain’t that discernibleBy this plea masqueradingAs a protest
Go To Do Good, Stay To Do Well It was a typicalwalk throughmeet and greetgrip and grin… and after back slapping one or two big bundlers I polished off the other fifty or so, true and fellow patriots all, with a rather pedestrian hand-job of heartfelt harangue. Then in fine voice I vilified those vile […]
So My DAW Needs A DAC. Slap up some poesy.Cuff up some verseSmite up some dittythwack up some metrical None of which will measureOr weather the vacuouslocalism of a taciturn worldwide latticework of wannabegonnabe syndics See ya. Reading:The Chaos Machine … Max FisherRobert Crawford. Both of his two books on T.S.EliotAmerican Psychosis … David CornHolding […]