serious, workmanlike poetry
that’s “they” telling me I oughta be
a being, doing, mesmerizing my soul mantra,
honoring my guiding light,
focusing on Ars Poetica,
first principles
yada yada yada;
put aside, wit, wisdom,
the social & the philo-sophical,
write of beauty, of nature,
become a love devotee,
un passionné! my reply?
yada yada yada
and I ask the universe,
What will become of the backward poem?
the one that twists your head full around,
leaves you breathlessly gasping for oxy-regeneration,
your eyes, a failure to focus, the body shakes rattles and rolls,
a full mirrored examination reveals,
an exorcised head, turned 360 around,
backwardation,**
the price of a poem is far greater today, now,
than in one year,
today is the very first
Day of Primacy
it’s nearing 7:00am, anthem time, star spangled bannering
of another morning,
a soulful full~inquiry, a tribunal of supreme~beings
discovering probing - needy for knowing, de-of-man-ding:
Do You Know Where Your (new) Poem Is?
what defines you, decides you, recreates you,
each daily, a newish you-ish, a face that will
exist for but twenty four, gone thereafter, no more,
a new meaning for a sunrising beginning,
an outlook for the uprising month of Avril!
this my soul examination, graded only by a
Pass/Fail sliding greased continuum, do you
even cognize what I am asking, tasking you to do?
yada yada yada wholly insufficient, holy water maybe,
whatever it takes to tear oneself wide open,
and write
a new poem,
a new justification,
giveaway your latest possession,
when you look backwards in dissatisfaction
your Postbiotic guts screaming for a makeover,
how will you reply, redeploy, speak with a singular finality?
Here, Here is my new poem this day, backwardly now front facing,
my soul to keep, my blood to re~anew the old sinews of my mind,
a rousing defense of
I am, and this is my
proof!
of existence.
now,
come kiss me.
alas, alack,
too few of you will read, comprehend and begin again…
7:00am
Tuesday
a Ki tov Twice Tuesday!
Martius 31 2026
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
serious, workmanlike poetry
that’s “they” telling me I oughta be
a being, doing, mesmerizing my soul mantra,
honoring my guiding light,
focusing on Ars Poetica,
first principles
yada yada yada;
put aside, wit, wisdom,
the social & the philo-sophical,
write of beauty, of nature,
become a love devotee,
un passionné! my reply?
yada yada yada
and I ask the universe,
What will become of the backward poem?
the one that twists your head full around,
leaves you breathlessly gasping for oxy-regeneration,
your eyes, a failure to focus, the body shakes rattles and rolls,
a full mirrored examination reveals,
an exorcised head, turned 360 around,
backwardation,**
the price of a poem is far greater today, now,
than in one year,
today is the very first
Day of Primacy
it’s nearing 7:00am, anthem time, star spangled bannering
of another morning,
a soulful full~inquiry, a tribunal of supreme~beings
discovering probing - needy for knowing, de-of-man-ding:
Do You Know Where Your (new) Poem Is?
what defines you, decides you, recreates you,
each daily, a newish you-ish, a face that will
exist for but twenty four, gone thereafter, no more,
a new meaning for a sunrising beginning,
an outlook for the uprising month of Avril!
this my soul examination, graded only by a
Pass/Fail sliding greased continuum, do you
even cognize what I am asking, tasking you to do?
yada yada yada wholly insufficient, holy water maybe,
whatever it takes to tear oneself wide open,
and write
a new poem,
a new justification,
giveaway your latest possession,
when you look backwards in dissatisfaction
your Postbiotic guts screaming for a makeover,
how will you reply, redeploy, speak with a singular finality?
Here, Here is my new poem this day, backwardly now front facing,
my soul to keep, my blood to re~anew the old sinews of my mind,
a rousing defense of
I am, and this is my
proof!
of existence.
now,
come kiss me.
alas, alack,
too few of you will read, comprehend and begin again…
7:00am
Tuesday
a Ki tov Twice Tuesday!
Martius 31 2026
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*it’s 7 AM, do you know where your poem is?
**Backwardation occurs when a commodity's spot price is higher than its futures prices, usually due to high current demand or supply shortages. It signals expected price declines, forcing market participants to adapt to high costs today. Backwardation benefits long-position speculators through positive roll yields, while causing supply chain costs for consumers and potential losses for investors holding futures contracts long-term
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