love has one gear
love has one speed
get where you're going 
get what you need

Two minutes Now 
or Five Grand Later.

- dental care haiku

Here in 2024, after all this country has been through, the electorate and politic has brought forth these two 
as the best that we can do
for the future of our country. 
Translates a lot to me. Translates a lot to us all. 
(ears cupped, or covered?) 
Now must we talk about the lesser of two weevils without deflection or fuzzy focus.
Media mire and hocus pocus

Seems the tragedy of a starving reason 
this modern man season
to the point of an abundant logical reckoning. 
Farming a feral freedom. 
Perfect soil. Perfect weather. Perfect seeds. 
Perfect produce. Perfect understanding. 
After all, what is blood for, otherwise? Dress it to spill.

Big, peeling old mansion on the hill. All the slopes a fill. A tent city festival of lights surrounding.
Navigation confounding. Babbling towers of culture compounding.

Prisoners of conscience, it renders them thirsty yet patriotic still? Hungry and fed on appeal?

Yet

Peace peace, there is no peace. More and more a golden fleece.

Perfect gaze, thoughtful glaze. Perfect grace, gentle space.
Conformed and confirmed the time apace. Till the end of dearth do us part ways.

Free form accompaniment; reeds and percussion. Brushes on symbols
soft at first, watery trem
equalized when mixed with drone
strings


This one is entitled:

Weird Post To Form/Forum
Numbers 69 and 365

From where comes the gripper
banana foot flipping downslope slipper
wave at the sky a sickly flipper
still hanging on, still dropping dipper
in the well well well
What have we found here
there down in that well

A to Z
1 to 10
I woke today
And that was great
So I did what I couldn’t 
Yesterday wasn’t that great
So today I did contemplate
The tasks at hand
And continue with my fate
Just a day late.
10 to 1
Omega to Alpha 

 miamizsun wrote:

Anger up and down the street.
Victory caught in the jaws of defeat
Left lane, right turn
Right lane, left turn
Angry candle, watch it burn
down
down
down
The world is a purple urn
unbound


that's not only bad. It's worse than terrible.
truth be told, the gist is old
the grist has mold

The little rocket
Went up, up, up.
It went so high
Then just blew up.
It’s just another Musk
Expensive F up.

Winds to whispers to stone weapon eyes
puzzle the pieces that fall from the skies
Enormous black clouds send little white lies
shards of truth in dead mothers cries

Does it seem so hard to season
Where the babes do sleep to reason

Once, twice
Watch out for the mice
Three, four
I ran out the door.
Five, six
I picked up some sticks
Seven, eight
I burnt down the house to get even with the mice.

Saint

There's a haint in a cain't
that drifts when it's faint
broken boards without paint
A til for a taint
and an is where there ain't 

Thoughts On A Soft Rainy Day

I watched a young girl bring
A nearly dead animal back to life
And I thought
For all the things we could be again
But for the what and why and then and when

Tempered Summer
Then Autumn come
And I feel colorful
like a new leaf
ironically
A bending ending to the blending
of life
every singular page

Watts In A Nom Beauregard (beautiful gaze) 

nicks-
Beau
Bo
Bo Bo
Bozo
Boplonsky
BB
Bug
Bugsy
Bedbug
Snugglebug
Stinkbug
Boo Boo
Bluster Butt
Bunches
etc
etc
etc
Mini Me

 kcar wrote: 
Forget all rules, forget all restrictions, as to taste, as to what ought to be said, write for the pleasure of it... - William Carlos Williams

You have potential!

My 9th grade was in 68-69. Viet Nam was in black and white. So was the violence in my city. Monsters were and still are real. Not subtle. Easy to spot. They look like bullies and cowards.
That much hasn't changed. 

 oldviolin wrote:

Erections On A Theme

Trump eats detractors for breakfast because nutrition. Ugly but true.
He doesn't give a damn about me, and he doesn't give a damn about you.
His empire of dirt is an empire of hurt.
Like a Bible for a prop, like a worn out dirty shirt
When a body is unhealthy, that's when disease thrives,
taking what is vital with dull and rusty knives
So don't look for Biden, he doesn't exist
Another middle finger from a crumbling litmus fist.
Propped up by dregs of vassal forces , vacant suit hard to miss
Formaldehyde and acid stained, sealed with an empty kiss.

carrion my wayward sun
with your play on worlds
your spotted affairs
and indigo flairs
for debridement

 oldviolin wrote: 
Old fridge is in the scrapyard
the words in a jar
no matter how fast we run
we won't get far

Chicken in a bread pan
pecking out dough
Pandora's box wide open now
row boat set to go

It all sounds bad
but could be worse
above the dirt is better
than riding in a hearse

You can gum up the proof
with a flexible tooth
a puff and a poof
to hide under the couth
with the assayer's sooth