greeting the new year happily but worriedly
hoping this ring around the sun ends with a win
staying good lengths away from the mainstream networks
trying not to have needless scuffles with the dumb
moving past the first day of the year too quickly
sparing these lines in the hopes that they go somewhere
hoping our undertakings will grow past this year
settling on a daily flow of things to get done
wondering if the world will one day see these lines
feeling rushed into the third day without much done
spending time looking inward rather than outward
knowing no such thing as showing up there "early"
keeping with the end to read twelve full books this year
learning how new looms learn and run forward with words
writing these on-the-go and sharing them later
seeming like the time has to keep us pulled under
stirring forth into the first full week of the year
dealing with business freely truly takes a lot
spending time on idle games feels like time misspent
choosing to keep these lines mostly unseen for now
riding into the midnight of another day
waxing once meant growing but no one says that now
hearing "nothing happened five years ago today"
seeing the words "nothing ever happens" again
staying in awe at those who can write tens of books
finding ways to handle ongoing upheavals
trying to get it together and not give up
stringing words together into many lines
hoping to trade time again for gold and silver
finding songs both new and old ever so hackneyed
wanting more outlined than reckless name-dropped writings
getting a kick out of the open emptiness
reaching for the yarn like an over-happy cat
riding onwards quickly into the great unknown
making room for more as the world spins out of whack
writing this a week ago when the year was new
writing five hundred thousand lines will not happen
writing at a speed of a thousand lines a year
wishing folks would hurry when they need to come quick
wanting folks to slow down when they make me hurry
bearing words from the middle kingdom into this
getting lost among the things to read and then write
holding to that need to keep the words straightforward
reading lately too much into the southern lands
missing almost a few lines but made it up fast
killing time means killing a small bit of myself
fighting with time only means fighting with myself
needing to find a way to end this tough long rut
getting weary of all the ill wills on the web
quickening the run towards the end of this set
settling into a steadfast and daily work path
shopping for a trip to take in a few short weeks
making this the year of my quickening (or else)
making this also the day of taking the stairs
knowing a thing or two about the old new year
having not much spare time to get this line ready
wearing a hat on the head today for hat day
eating a dough-filled bagel on this bagel day
rushing to look up stuff in the book of knowledge
raising the heat of the hearth stones in this cold spell
working with big speechcraft likenesses at this time
taking heed in the nothing that is nothing day
wishing an old friend a happy birthday today
liking the hotter foods more than the colder cuts
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 11:23 AM UTC
greeting the new year happily but worriedly
hoping this ring around the sun ends with a win
staying good lengths away from the mainstream networks
trying not to have needless scuffles with the dumb
moving past the first day of the year too quickly
sparing these lines in the hopes that they go somewhere
hoping our undertakings will grow past this year
settling on a daily flow of things to get done
wondering if the world will one day see these lines
feeling rushed into the third day without much done
spending time looking inward rather than outward
knowing no such thing as showing up there "early"
keeping with the end to read twelve full books this year
learning how new looms learn and run forward with words
writing these on-the-go and sharing them later
seeming like the time has to keep us pulled under
stirring forth into the first full week of the year
dealing with business freely truly takes a lot
spending time on idle games feels like time misspent
choosing to keep these lines mostly unseen for now
riding into the midnight of another day
waxing once meant growing but no one says that now
hearing "nothing happened five years ago today"
seeing the words "nothing ever happens" again
staying in awe at those who can write tens of books
finding ways to handle ongoing upheavals
trying to get it together and not give up
stringing words together into many lines
hoping to trade time again for gold and silver
finding songs both new and old ever so hackneyed
wanting more outlined than reckless name-dropped writings
getting a kick out of the open emptiness
reaching for the yarn like an over-happy cat
riding onwards quickly into the great unknown
making room for more as the world spins out of whack
writing this a week ago when the year was new
writing five hundred thousand lines will not happen
writing at a speed of a thousand lines a year
wishing folks would hurry when they need to come quick
wanting folks to slow down when they make me hurry
bearing words from the middle kingdom into this
getting lost among the things to read and then write
holding to that need to keep the words straightforward
reading lately too much into the southern lands
missing almost a few lines but made it up fast
killing time means killing a small bit of myself
fighting with time only means fighting with myself
needing to find a way to end this tough long rut
getting weary of all the ill wills on the web
quickening the run towards the end of this set
settling into a steadfast and daily work path
shopping for a trip to take in a few short weeks
making this the year of my quickening (or else)
making this also the day of taking the stairs
knowing a thing or two about the old new year
having not much spare time to get this line ready
wearing a hat on the head today for hat day
eating a dough-filled bagel on this bagel day
rushing to look up stuff in the book of knowledge
raising the heat of the hearth stones in this cold spell
working with big speechcraft likenesses at this time
taking heed in the nothing that is nothing day
wishing an old friend a happy birthday today
liking the hotter foods more than the colder cuts
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
