Ring and Stone (1+1+1)
Silver and Ruby (5)

Fire and Wind (1!+1+1, maybe unstable)
Kali and ****** (6, unstable)

Power and Noise (2+1+1, unstable)
Charming and Luck  (4, unstable)

Noose and Loose (1+1+1)
**** and **** (3)

Bowel and Bowl (1!+1+1, maybe unstable)
Dreams and Dear (3/4, maybe)

Fruit and Paint (1+1+1)
John and Pink (3)

Emancipation (5)
Purgatorio (5)

Color (2)
Verdant (2)

My past, your past.

The weak interactions
that hold our Castle
made of sand together before
we fall into the Sea
Eventually

A piece of mine
A piece of yours
A piece of mind
No feud here please
We not like them

Hey Jo
Jo where you going
with that fun
in your hand?

If I had courage
like the Lion on bricks
gold, I'd look for jerks
around a circle;

If I had wisdom
like a Witch's hair
silver, I'd find age
inappropriate gurls
and not old squares.

I'm out of my routine!

Sometimes we're grateful for things that break our routine.

Sometimes we're sad in the breaking of old routines.

Sometimes sometimes it's just same same but different-- a beautiful phrase learned in Thailand; where we don't live anymore; and we can remember the details of those joyous travel times, sometimes.

Sometimes we run out of time. Sometimes we have each other 2 love, 3 hate, 5 hold and 7 luck

And sometimes we roll Snake Eyes disasterous fortune on the *** line two singularity merging in a money Losing movie.

I think I have issue #1 of GI Joes!

Good morning peeps peeping
M T & O are at Disneyland
You & I are creeps creeping

The house is quiet
Do you like Portugal. The Man?
It's a "Ghost Town" in duet

"Cheer up Charlie Brown
The end is near (Yeah)"
😁 A frown upside down

"All that you wanted, but you wanted to wait
I got a feeling it's already too late"

It's all right here in the being
"Yo, alright, I'm coming"

The instructions are usually ordered by number
like counting sheeps before we can slumber

The dice came up 1 in fun
and Down the Black Hawk flew

Love me as prime number flow

The 1st prime, a coupling two
taking random chances and singular risk
in the first and second kiss

The 2nd prime, trois menage a fright
flying by in our Kobe final flight
makes it all come undone

The 3rd prime, a pentagon trace on floor
protects but leaves My love an open door

Lie or lye?
steal or stye
in the right eye

A mortal coil
on Kombat soil

Finish him
or hit the gym

I'm lost
in our galactic thrift
saving cheap coins
exchanged for hot *****

I'm found
in our sector drift
sold thru wooden skewers
over white hot embers

To suffer fools--
patient.
To see you--
truly.
To be--
freely
confined
watched--
from supermax panopticon.
patient.

We put together these TO DO list, but life rushes by and the
list gets longer and longer and we
feel worse and worse because we
can't
keep
up.

But we've always known this, oder?
Haven't we lived with the motto
that whatever is unnecessary
will
fall
away.

And it did, didn't it?

You fell away.
Our "career" in science is falling away.
Our chances of a life as husband
as father
is
falling
away.

And what is left? Just a clean blade, waiting?
How many clean blades are waiting?
An army of clean blades waiting?
Waiting
for
want?

Because you asked for it I
conjured up magic I
made us our breakfast

Because you asked if this was something I
wanted-- weekend mornings with you
eating at home, feeling family, you
longing like we all hope for, to find the other me
to cook for, to work with side by side thru lunch
to nimble snatches late into the warm night

Because you asked for it I
unweaved our tapestry I
unbounded the Sympathy
drained the alar and cut the threads
that interlaced us to an imagined future

Because you asked for it I
move to be there but you
were already here
hurt, breaking the fast
splintering our finality
with another man's hammer.

Because you asked for it we
lived the long years together
until the children left
and stale taste returned
and the golden years wished
for are spent in separate beds

Because you asked for it our
habituated movements at the Calvinistic
start have transmogrified to a Calvin
& Hobbes' relativism

An alchemy changing holy union
to mundane diaelectrics separating our
storming forces within a
spotless sunshine

You asked for it my mind
to be emptied but still it
blindly seeks us

I live like a vampire s*cking life energy from snapshots;
to stay young, to feed on, to live on-- if not forever
at least until it matters.

Living in Twilight as an ancient being amongst beautiful people.

I don't wish I knew you when I was young.

I did; I was but today suffer my mood with me.

But past distant times
She filters happy

I'm Bumble time
look for me
Again
look for us
Again
look for unfiltered
Time again

Drones at the Edge
of our Tomorrow
All our needs Killed

Live run dare

Set the butterflies in formation
Habituated motion
Irimi
there is only Irimi

Love dare repeat

unspoken Voice say nothing
as well
as unwritten Words

Deeds done unnoticed,
unheeded, are beheaded in quiet
Solitude

private Executions
in a Smokey courtyard, pulsing
with Electronica

It's a Plain world
and Fancy words don't do it justice

I rap Words ordinarily
Lisping the loop to synch
with a Caller:

Chattel, chatter, and chatting
under azure Seas thru black
Cables

I hear skin and touch tears

I lisp loops like a f*g
being Scratched on an 80's
Turntable

In our mid-50s on a poetry site for our kids in their 20s. Not on top of the world. Not really. Not in real-time.

And you'll be with me
won't you?

In Paris, never really seeing but always trying not to step on all the sh*t.

And you'll be with me
won't you?

In Berlin, looping around endlessly on some Bahn, making crosses.

And you'll be with me
won't you?

In Rome, running another marathon. OK. Maybe you'll run it and I'll just cheer you on.

And you'll be with me
won't you?

In Los Angeles, in the end-- at the peak looking back to see us coming and foreseeing us going.

You'll be here in our seething cities, cities by the river with me.
Won't you?

Tapestries have 2 dimensions.

But threads have 3 and move with Time-- ticking away the moments that make... A dull day?

Mrs. Dalloway's hours were never such.

Tiny string spinning our own time.
Hands links in many colors AND flavors
To form threads, linear vectors
To weave our observed flatness
Dun face Laura's portrait
Or Dorian pictured fate?

I love you so much it hurts
I hate you so much it burns

I guess no matter where we turn
There is Dharma, robotic steel
neither feeling or dying

Big Sky Came
and Woman Fell
to Urth

Sower Parable
seeds and plot
scatter to Gold
bars and Money
Changer

Big Bank Came
and Women Fell
to Mean

Seasons change but we're still
the-- Same same:

Ugly beautiful as cotton wood
Viciously kind as killing home

Monster baby as Nile serpent
Sweet w**d as burnt braid

Queer queens like many bladed
Grass-- leaves on the Sword Tree

Windless in the wind like Named
nameless-- Cyclopic nobody

the-- Same same:  Different odyssey

Hello people from the past--
Collected like dental
implanted detritus

We're all trash people
People who bathe
in plastic r/bb/sh

Hello people of future past--
dark matter matted hair
clogging a collective
drain

We're all family
it matters
what's the matter?
doesn't matter

Hello people of past future --
We weakly interact
a Force fielding questions
prompting action

How else are we
to interact with
the Light?

Our world shudders
with network

Plasticity

But we few
In our Happy Sweet bubble
gunn Barbie Life

We Live on

The revolution

will Be televised
in faded Technicolor
In spirited
Super star Life

We Wake in

Gethsemane
boxed in
In a box Garden

We Heirlooms to

the Revolution

Come with me

The fellowship is broken
Heros have died
The twin towers
Lay in ash

Frodo and me; Me and Smeagol.
You me and Amon Amarth

Doom or fate
Fate or doom

Doomed fate
or Fated doom?

"Still, the future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves"

Ourselves free
Still there is a cost
Still we are guarded

Stilgar the Freman

Fear is the mind-killer

And here we are Sunday
Fun day
Din Tai Fung day
Follow me
follow Us
Me trust
means mistrust?
We rust
Iron oxides
Gingered
root
trust me
reveals the blond
greying to white

No war here
no famine
nor pestilence
And yet and yet

Heard poets last light
Shedding hearts
At the center-- Los Angeles
where the D line smells but
the A line is fresh clean but
not going to Harlem

We go to Lil Tokyo
new instead
Like a Lil Boy
Or like how a Fat Man
empties a plate

Like skin regenerating
in a dish instead
of scarring
like melanin'd flesh

A new skein
An Avatar
With white voice
And black bodies

Pounding hearts
sounds like pounding farts

Pounding meats
smells like alliterative reeks

To be young and meager
To be green and so eager
without me

Elder flowers and snake bites
Watch out for the rattlers
babies are the most Dangerous

Chop their heads with shovels
bury them in unmarked fields

Copper Mountain with skis
buyer's Option purchased

9 month babies without souls

Love them they us we she he me E.
Nous sommes ** fame; We are who hunger fame.
You want fame? Fame costs.

The costs lie broken and scattered--
Actors who didn't become Jeros.

Cast left packing up our ****--
Moving in mass Exodus.

Crossing ole man River
to the other Side--
where lurks Them
they us we Me.

E.

"If there are flowers flowers
must come out to the road"

The four Black Vinegar clans:
From the North - Shanxi,
Chinkiang (or Zhenjiang) from the South,
Black vinegar from Sichuan,
And red worker vinegar of Fujian.

Furious flowers wait
across the Realms
across the Changes
"and the spiraling dead,
our black revival, our black vinegar,
our hands, and our hot blood."

we Vinegars
We got this thing
this Thing called Radar Love

(cue song)
(montage of Black Vinegar & Furious Flowers)

There's a Mystic in the Air

Birds in the sky You know how I feel

Extincted dinosaurs Seeking refuge in the blue

From barking Dog And moody Cat Clans

Forever fighting In our 2D world

I choose you Pikachu!

We dream of flying cars that never come.
Instead, warring Mars become another mining
town, if we will remember, if we have Total Recall.

Again, and again on disparate planets
They desparates arrive with risk, cuz
who else would take such dangers for so little?
Only Miner ****** with no good options
Only eager John's digging for gold
but reaping meager Death profits.

We here, at Home
depend on them, out There.

We corporate Heads
harvest gold
Depend on Hearts
to bind risk and takers.

We here, in Comfort
numb to the toxic holes
left scattered with dead
Red Ghost towns.

In solitude unimaginable for social networks--

In confined cells
watched by supermax panopticon--

we ritualize the creation of Creation; we assign primes to segment time;
we bin days with witch to make or to
fake.

Enjoy, my fellow passengers with agency.

Easy time
Hard times
Time as primes

Sunday adjoins real
Numbers of our work week.

Prime Monday 2 mirrors in Symmetry

Tuesday's 3 breaks it

4 expands our mirrored self
******* the ****
pass procreating 2

Pentagon 5's primal safety

2 Friday the six a child of
monday and tuesdays

And we rest on the 7 sabbath
dominant or diminished
it doesn't really matter in
Number Theory

For Gwendolyn Brooks

And with that 2023
has slid into we

Bound in leather
or some new polymer

Alloys coaxed together
Like Master and server

We Olde Tymers
We Neu! Rhymers

Fashion updaters
Swift haters

What weird magic
this that binds tragic

sado to majestic maso
a Quanto entanglo

In rusty romp we fumble
as dream walls crumble

A Sun begs for mercy
A Flower forgives

Strange entanglements
Mixing emerging flavors

A day so dense in capitalistic
Animus
that reasoned light can't even
escape.
We buy
Black
matter
like abandoned storage
lockers
site unseen but worth something
like unvirgin #2 plastic
bags piling up after
all the veggies they
help bring hermitically
clean home.

For Gwendolyn Brooks

A song most frosty
She sings in November terribly.
A hymn most dark,
Never after cruel but crazy.

(As a great wizard said, "a journey is done solo; an adventure is shared")

So many Mickey Mouse wizards
And I'm just a magical broom

bringing buckets and buckets of CO2
down our yellow Brick Road

in a Submarine
crossing Downton Abbey

to reach Emerald City
to find no One
in Das Schloss

I bid u peace or pence
for there will be no Trial
only execution

The I is not the me.
An AI is not an object
merely to pass methods

They Keys connect I
manig Ah moments HA
to a Forceful ki-AH!

The Fall is here
The Frighting begins
with scary Killings

Who and when was
a Right of ancients
a Power to decide
who passes and
who is Left

The Chilly air
exposes our Chaotic
Center. Marginalized.
An edge honed for
What?

Weaponize but not
Indoctrinated. Rip
van Gangster. A  
Wild wild West
in heavily populated
Nuclei

For Gwendolyn Brooks

Not 500 years yet?

The fire still burns
between births of Father
and Son Riots We

of unheard
Ghosts from ovens,
camps, killing fields,
and the many Handed
machetes. We

an Egyptian myth
a simple bird,
Dumb n Adored
in her privileged plume
in his busy Bushy
Reborn

#poem

for Gwendolyn Brooks

War planned black
Warpland blue

Hard manna to mix
In Spells form a deep
Hurt placed

the River comes
around turns and flops
after a terrible
Weather channel

We build now
here almost near
Future-- love from
lion licks
wolf hurts
and worreid aunts

Howling bird in cage
Blackish crow in rage

Odin's eyes scan
All-father sees fan

Stylized violence
Rapes with diligence

Half-breeds born
Poseidon shorn?

Roman Hercules
Or Greek Theseus?

Our grottos of painted *****
Wombs for hero cornicopia

It makes sense
but doesn't rhyme

"Big Bessie throws her son into the street"
interlacing with Gwendolyn Brooks

It's a winter day
in July chimes
a chipped cup
precisely etched - eternally empty
- forever gainst the flame
the candle's imposition
Rooted here
in the future - down the Street
- We cool
- We fool

My breakfast, my
vilifying to build internal
cohesion, moving in sync--
to actuate what?
Stylized, synchronized violence
resolves vanilla limits--
resources, rarity
barter, banter
to rectify an austere
child in a hood.
Stylized, synchronized violence
corporal spankings--
to hold a center
doing, doping--
to push our child
even though she is not better
than my non-existent
one.
We are too busy
hustling, hating--
building, breaking
Stylizing our grotto
with shadows on wall,
ghosts in grime,
reminders of death
and dying
<Didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.>

An singular, insular egg--

A poultry product trafficking from ancillary islands.

Why does Black Velvet weep in Buffalo?

Two Johnsons joined by  bitter worms, quantum entanglements

fed to little crows, caged birds howling cold and broken.

May your mornings be dewy, and your nights breezy
I love things that are rhymy, like a dove clings to me
like our evening farts and dawning hearts.

To the old lady-- Mothers, sisters, Minerva and Mary

May my piece of mind be with you.

Time enough to
wait for the heros to
die
Time enough to
save the thugs and
murders.
TIme enough to
build
for we Others

Lords of the Flies are
fragile beings with
short life spans

Is time to leave the Islands
leave the isolation
leave the ostracization?

Time to we
Time to forget the hero Me.

Well. We eat cake well from the Well.
Farmilar castings weld, fastens together
Winfalls gather from the wind
Wheat chaffless from our daily grind
Without husk and worrisome bustle
Bound together with we,
our wherewithal, the water
Wielding weirding ways
We make cake
We eat well from our Well.