SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

I Don’t Like To Center…here…

Reviewing is hard…
once you idle to stop…dawdle-dream…
the longer you don’t obey your own pleas…mind wades out…
deeper into that thigh thick tide…a pull toward ending glow…forever out of reach…
let crash-waters roll and bounce me back…in moonless black…
untethered and molecule light…the drift-lull…
dull poet…roll careless…
upon dry sand…

12.8.23

A Dead Reviewer
washed ashore today
in the middle of nowhere.
Officials could be reached for comment.
Authorities have yet to determine cause of death.
It’s known the writer has a well-documented history of overdosing.
Ironically, funeral arrangements pending, he could easily have been buried at sea.
In lieu of flowers, send gift points to your favorite charity.

In other news…
It’s the last, last, last Daylight Savings Time Year.
Mark your calendars…

Irony = Lies?


Where’s that Little Dutch Boy with the big finger when the fourth wall tumbles down?
Can’t drown or get wet from pixels.

And other useless, pointless poetic meanderings
to end our telecast tonight.
Three-two-one…we’re out!

Guess I’ll put on some pants…
the day’s only begun?