Movement is good
If you can then you should
Still lifes are pretty
Still life is shitty
Month: June 2019
Descentsitized
Note to self: A downhill run
For half a marathon is fun;
The rest, though, of that marathon
Gets tougher once your legs are gone.
I’ve found that one’s performance slips
When pasta’s dangling from your hips
(And splashing passers-by) in lieu
Of legs that stretch from shorts to shoe.
A little downhill might be nice
Especially if once or twice
It’s mitigated by a flat
Or shallow climb. I’m fine with that,
And I could even handle it
If we could put the angled bit
From midpoint to the finish line,
But front-to-back is not benign,
According to my battered calf
Which boycotted the second half
Of Revel’s Mt. Hood race this morning.
Wedge-shaped course profile? Take warning.
Cliché The Day Away
Unpleasant truth: Both men and mice
Lay plans, but planning won’t suffice
If execution can’t be trusted:
Nail ’em both, you’re done and dusted;
Let one come up short, you’re busted.
What you cut, first measure twice.
Security By Obscurity
I write about myself because my editor is me
And no one else has input on what other people see
Though any given verse might have a shard of truth embedded
I’m licensed as a poet to deny I ever said it
Infighting
I don’t want to argue.
Can’t we all just get along?
This bluster, fuss and fighting’s
Not exciting; it feels wrong.
When we work together
We turn good ideas to great,
But talking past each other’s
Just a waste of time. Oh, wait,
I probably should mention:
I’m not watching the debate.
Taper Week
In six months on this training plan
I’ve done precisely all I can
If not exactly all I could.
What’s done is done. Let’s call it good.
I’ve missed some days, but it’s too late
To make them up. I sealed my fate
And sent it via snail mail. Screw it.
Nothing left to do but do it.
Time to tie my shoes and run.
I’ll be half-fast, but I’ll have fun!
Art Of The Deal
I strive to impress, overwhelm and surprise.
That’s why I tattooed my backside with eyes.
A peacock in heat has got nothing on me:
My bright buns in the boardroom are something to see!
And I’m no one-trick pony if that’s what you think–
Hiney-eyes look less phony when some of them wink.
Heartstain
I sprinkled time from a bottle
On the stain from the heart on my sleeve
I dabbed and I rubbed
‘Til the memory was scrubbed
To a pale, ravell’d part of the weave
Midsummer Foreboding
Darkness closing in
Not, like, right away, of course
Eventually
Solstice!
The longest day!
The shortest night!
Most up! Least down!
Light black! Dark white!
At solstice time
Extreme’s the rule!
(And exclamation
Points are cool!)