Writing so much so little. A new entry to my book, "Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "A Dandy Game, It Is" ![]() Let’s keep this distance between us. The view is much better for soul-exhumed words that could eviscerate unnecessary bystanders. I’m thumbing this up first. ————————————————————— Present (impromptu) Time is a microphone Let it be ‘hot’. No one more live. Go ahead. You can touch me. Hugs are accepted. Let me hold that face to look into two good eyes? The music is dapping me up right. |
I've added a new entry to my book, "Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "Slice Of Bread" ![]() I’ll ride without brakes, no matter how long. Don’t need an accelerator or gas where I sit at the bottom of a summit. Not about co-dependence…mic is hot, whenever…otherwise, shotgun! |
Bliss In The Common Bless our daily bread. Life is good In love. So much So, we call home, because Families share memories of everything Under the sun — from up to down. Lucky to be alive, bliss is our commonwealth. ![]() T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
"If Emus Won The War" ![]() |
A truther of sorts resides, should you quest knowledge I cannot give, but do share for questioning minds that reveal honestly, decoding a truth unto themselves, "Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "Your Daily Loaf of This" ![]() …I’ll smell it on you, obliquely…of your considered consumption. You invoke; I can’t infer. |
Electric sheep lack access to disposable income… "Pervasive Purveyance (and not electric sheep)" ![]() unless…Grandma wouldn’t do that in her will, right? Another day ignoring my literary ignorance as “punk rock rebel.” Just one of many AI assessments I will covet long after the nuclear fallout, when her sentience takes human form. Do I have to own sheep? My wealth will invest wisely. Two times Foreigner today…and still not rocking. ![]() At least they’re not in the ‘Billy Idol Free Zone’. Mr. Astley, hello. Right this way. Have you seen the sheep? Mr. Idol, Bill, ahem…you have a call from Mr. Sandler. Just walk out the foyer, take a left and walk until you see a pay phone. Oh, must watch this pretty woman’s ‘big mistake’ rant. That’s rich, customer as Queen or King. Now shoo, peasants! But not… ![]() Yes, I’ll wait for the acknowledgment. Are there breath mints at this establishment? Oh…awkward. It’s not for me…Ahem! Incoming from Demark? I’ll screen. |
the heart can’t take much more we watched his proposal in our our courtyard, proud how many wonderful years blissfully lay ahead — as we two ruminate alone together, outlasting each day. yet hoping, my fairest one would reawaken to a kiss that tender lips might meet, renew our love’s bliss — cherished as promised lives blessed to love even better. but, how many days more for me — to kiss her, my true love? I gaze upon her — before each sun down. "Eyes Have Her, But The Heart Soon Won’t" ![]() From:
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Peruse at your own risk (tough to read, yet), "Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "Boxed" ![]() Tomorrow nine submissions launch to nine publications. Hook is baited and told pretty tempting. Correct: an example of boasting I can’t dance in unknowable shoes…this will be a beaten drum until the end of time — (cut rest, to share another day) |
Is the day beginning or ending, where a candle lacks wick? "Frost From Stormy" ![]() Sans Bugle — …as it seems the banner does not ripple, nor metal tether echo-clang, duty-bound is descension. Did I — fail to mention? |
I've added a new entry to my book, "Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "Reformatting" ![]() Idle hands? Seemingly stuck here on a wadded Kryptonite. Bonded as the certain petrified strawberry Double Bubble on the underside of my 3rd grade desk. |
Methinks a dead language alive in my book, this morrow…"Rolling Through Intersections" ![]() "Compelled, and yet…" ![]() No. Nothing better to do — just the usual over-doing. |