#committee
When do you think you knew,
you are common, nothing special,
regular kid, everybody had belt whippin's
at home, and paddling at principled schools
marks, hex wounds remembered long after
scars have faded and only some smells remain
I, for one, did recognize the smell of cyanide,
and cannabis, recognosis, first learned then
smelled and remembered when, first then
tying poison pen letters to smear campaigns
it was common politics, business as usual,
to become Johnny Tremaine, you gotta
read the book, I did not, to become
Holden Caufield, you gotta read the book,
I did not, the only guys I know who did,
are dead.
There are deadly wrong ways to live long.
Could who have seen Trump coming?
Historic opera scale spectacle
in times when children
can see from Saturn
to grasp the scale
of closeness we share,
after learning men use balanced measure-
ment assuring mental values weigh surity
all men are born equal on life's scale,
not wars scale, not any mission men perceive
received by anointed ones among us, lead on…
we shall stand responsible for all federal debt,
until hell freezes over and we pry the Winchester
from Moses's Soylent Green stained pointy fingers
and demonstrate professional confidence, ginger
snaps
smell, linger
longer, think a one time what if we had, but didn't.
Had all the ingrediency needed to make a morning last.
And cinnamon for rolls in the oven, imagine that smell
in Gaza this morning, with coffee.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:39 PM UTC
Nothing kills an idea more quickly
than discussion
in committee
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I walked through these doors.
I just wanted to get away.
I just wanted to pass a unit at uni.
I just wanted to start afresh.
Its been three years.
I still walk through these doors.
I met good people here.
I had a lot of fun here.
I still have fun here.
I tell people about here.
3 years of growth.
3 years of loving you guys.
3 years of happiness and going places.
3 years of managing sport.
I'm glad I came
I,m glad I met you.
Now I know, home can be anywhere.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Thoughts like cobwebs float on streams of consciousness
Looking for a solid theme to land on.
Statements ricochet across the voids of understanding
And bounce off walls of inattention.
Comments sidle under and around the focus of discussion
To hide in disparate agendas.
Declarations skid on slippery reasoning and crash
Into thick barriers of resistance.
Decisions leap frog over moving clock hands
And we all get up and rush away from doing nothing.
Meeting is adjoured.
ljm
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
members you'll note
a new event on the club's blueprint
which was so cleverly devised
by the committee's mint
all entries are to be marked
I really crave popularity
so ensure you write this
in letters of clearest clarity
the most original piece
shall garner the prized first place
those that are too ho-hum
won't receive any grace
the council of jury
want to see
compositions stating
look at only me
they should have
a bragging tag
with the lionization
of unique flag
it's time to get
your submissions in
as the competition
is there to win
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC