Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • Last Laugh

    ‘If by chance some day you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I’ve said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.’ – Red Skelton I never wanted to be known as class Read more

  • Act II

    Your ‘traditional’ values a façade, community theatre set flimsy, off-kilter kitschy backdrop for absurdist black comedy faith as virtue dignity as punchline righteousness as truth pomposity as dignity oppression as plot twist ‘Jerry Mathers as The Beaver’ your black-and-white is showing nuance cannot be played by circus clowns deifying pies-in-the-face as western civilization’s high water Read more

  • Tips

    Life is not karaoke performing words, ways of others interest me not at all imitation less sincere flattery more pandering laziness someone else’s persona under guise of your ‘interpretation’ nothing there is real. I sit on a rickety stool deliver my own material strum my own chords sing my own song battered tip jar constantly Read more

  • Run on sentence

    Whatever it was I used to be running from sentenced to and for what… I forgot what I am now running to – at a slower, more mindful pace I may get to ‘to’ or I may not I don’t know youth was escaping on the run from, to…sprinting middle age finds me looking over Read more

  • Confidently…

    I have grown accustomed to astonishment of others silently, smugly I take their surprise as less personal affront more opportunity to exploit their naiveté-tinged ignorance (when not feeling charitable) making any successes sweeter though I oftentimes regret my haughty self-restraint in not saying ‘I told you so’ actions chat louder than words though aren’t always Read more

  • Muse bemuse

    She has been a muse nothing more and everything less since we met as teens inspiration still flows from a fleeting reminder; hearing her name (commonly used by others out of parental laziness) the searing stubbed-toe pain of an emotional owie only she could’ve kissed and made better longing springs from trying to remember just Read more

  • A musing

    You seduced me. Drew me in played me for the fool and I bit took the bait tried to dart away only driving the hook in deeper now here I am at your pondering mercy; throw me in your creel fry me up toss me back let me swim away or watch me flopping for Read more

  • KAAAA-boom

    Periodically, I implode my muse a well-placed charge when set off correctly, it does the job neatly, as it should, with a dusty cloud of self-regard blowing up something big irrevocably changes the skyline, surrounding landscape, leaving an wobbly pile of rubble to be climbed on and explored, sifted through, then hauled away Only then Read more