#quotidian
Take away selfishness,
and most of the American Dream flattens
into the cinema-real backdrop
against which Boomers matured.
Our grand parents were the last
of the pioneers,
or first
of the labor class immigrants
to be specialized
for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat
of the brow for wages
of sin born iniquity jobs.
When all people
on the planet think little
of groupthink effects, one devises effectual,
fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime,
or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares…
bread of life's basic daily grind,
fundamental bottom mind, superfluous
to say bottom most, basest
ideal standard ration
measured common rationality
built line upon line, letter by letter, plain
let the message be itself the messenger
kind of sapience marking our species
as soil comprised complexities,
which wax old in no time at all, at the end,
the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting,
face to the sun on a April morning,
in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing.
In this position, suppose-edly
my Truth's only ever once
told
upon a time, out past here and now…
I sit, thinking,
reifying realized right thinking, balanced,
recollecting all yester-was
incidents we all pass
as one's own life
time wise
necessary
organic carbon scaffolding - and memories.
A smile,
a suggestion in a word,
a subtle shift on a face,
you see,
you knew what I mean.
A wink, not what you think.
Come let us make a day, imagine,
today, only the good we do gets done,
within the reach of any doing penance.
So, the word of the master, whence
cometh all the wisdom ever we use,
cometh to all, save those brought up
in the school of the prophets Saul danced with
-- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth,
dabar
רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point
of contention, an argue-premise point…
Proud child memorizer, reared
to be the reader aloud, raised
to be the reteller reselling past prophecies,
pointed promises perceptible now, as later,
still, the end must come,
the truth itself shall be seen as shown,
to be observed, reverent, wary, watching
all the mobs of mankind been scattered
to and fro, from island to island,
since ever was a story we be in.
Today, 2025 by the church told time, since
the message from the spirit of truth, per se.
Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel
whatifery, reification risen conception, breath
whispering, really listening,
here's the time, as it ever was,
here's the day, as it ever is,
make do.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
Rays of Sun baptismal,/
Glisten upon my /
Sol- Dazed epidermis /
As I /
Waft in throes /
Of Beauteous romance & /
Wax hypnotized by /
The sweet nothings of my/
Desiderata Materialista Transcendentalista. /
Resting in the algid embrace of /
The Hiemal Winds /
Atop my /
Voluptuary Ivory Tower, /
In this cup I, I savor the flavor, /
Of ambrosia stimulanté: /
—Rousing me with each sip, /
Of sweet deific nectar, /
Starbucks Pike Place with White Chocolate Mocha Creamer. /
The former barista in me, /
Waxes & wanes in waves; moreover /
The past is derelict, /
The future is nigh, /
The present is luminous /
As I /
Wonder Upon /
The seasons, the distance, the space, and the time,/
That separates me from mi amour, ~ a moment in time. /
(—Se’ lah)
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
Reminding myself that I am not alone
in thinking there is a collective conscience
library that has been made accessible, but
to readers, only, and within that set,
to readers who read for life, to live,
letterly, let be, let see, let say, what if,
or wonder if, let us see, let us say, today
where you were when I was in process
as an explanation
of an adversarial approach, a strategy,
accessing a push that has come to shove
me into your comfort zone, to force a will,
a will submitted to that thing you profess
to know is too true to think two ways,
trick is, digesting suggested gulps taken,
earlier in our mindstreaming, thinking sure,
the good, the good
in being alive, good for nothing at any rate,
making no thing, seem likely how as spirit
feels, loosed, to seem likely why we think
we breathe, half time in, half time out,
day by day, we live and breathe, and assume
the position we were led to believe, ours
to hold as true, for the rest of ever after,
our purpose on earth, laughs in our heart,
and wipes a grin across our face,
and once more
-wordflow slows, so back up,
can occur,
yes, imagine the loss,
back up, clogs old reasons
arterial distinctions excused
as essential legacy worth sets
where your treasure lay unseen…
earnest as any disguised gay Nineties
entertainer on the society pages,
lo, long after Turing was made example of…
- rude gay abandonment, so sad, liar
dies to convince some school board,
we all make up minds, we all may let such be,
scriptural, let it be written, thus it becomes,
for those who know it, this is it, do as we say,
or die, as seen when tyrants are dramatized,
on TV for all to watch, minimum reading cost,
to bring the masses together in one mindframe,
withing our gestalt Earth earth mindshare,
through wishable otherwise moments
we make bend with a laughing what,
twist, and spin, and twist and spin, thinking
ifery was were ours, see, we agree and think
a free minute,
and let it fly, to become another just
in time right move, made with no prejudicial
estimation of the attention cost needed to use
a free minute.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
There were these moments when you’d remember something I’d forgotten
Or blotted from my memory
Often highly embarrassing episodes where I’d exposed my clear ineptitude
And you’d lead me back through them, laughing,
Walking in the gardens of my shame and naming all my
Clear inadequacies until you creased with tears in your eyes
And you’d think I’d hide
But it was love
and I miss you
You’d quite often leave a small amount of liquid
In every glass you drank from
So that every time I picked it up in a hurry I’d hurl it
Onto my trousers, or sofa
Or the pile of letters you’d refused to open and I’d curse and rankle
Wishing you would just tip things down the drain
And you’d think I would go insane
But it was love
and I miss you
And when you pulled the duvet round yourself to make the perfect
Bed based sausage roll and I shivered through
The night because despite the fact I’m twice your size
You had a vicelike grip that would never
Once
Slip
I’m ill-equipped to deal with the real of you being gone
I pace the places that you were and get lost a lot
But not lost like we used to when you’d tell me it was just around the corner
And I’d point to the fact that the century had provided me
With an infinite map in my pocket
And you told me **** it, let’s just go this way and see what we see.”
And we’d end up in some seedy part of town with some ****** staring me down and you’d hide behind me laughing
And we’d have to run for it, me with these knees
And you think that I’d go mad at you
And tell you that you wind me up
And tell you that I’ve had enough and you can figure you own **** out from now on
And now you’re gone
And it was love
and I miss you
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
no diminution in tiredness arose
gnome hatter how off tin ma dis bows
Zoe let his bot tee succumb,
via mental application
of autogenic phrases
and/or counting crows
cuz upon awakening,
aye immediately wanted ta doze,
thus this artful dodger hankered to expose
extreme cockamamy idea incumbent,
where corporeal essence gets froze
zen, the scientific procedure named
emergency preservation
and resuscitation (EPR)
more familiarly known
as suspended animation
pursuant under the appellation cryogenics,
where living tissue no longer grows
old, a wishful yearning
approximating immortality i sup hose,
yet this copacetic drowsy
generic human struggled in vain
trying with utmost effort to stay awake
Swiss to hobnob among urbane
feeling helpless (fearing
he might be narcoleptic),
nonetheless aye didst train
intent concentration
(and/or feeble exertion mustered)
to swat away worrisome thought
this hypochondriac,
could be afflicted with mononucleosis
since lassitude less likely sprung
from overcast and rain
knee skies, which type weather
generally energies me
to conjure a quatrain
sometimes complex versus
written straight away plain
panacea hit upon finally
to ward off sleepiness,
whereby literary endeavor
boosted by a strong brew
namely fair trade
manufactured coffee chew
zing among socially conscious entities,
and hoping to do
some dollop of positivity
without fanfare I eschew
to fulfill personal hue
man conscientious anonymous impact
that some benefit will en sue.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
They always leave,
A re-occurring curse,
Cry on my own sleeve
Oh yes,
Trust me,
It hurts,
But,
What could I do
When the one who always leaves is you,
What could say?
If you're not even hear?
You've gone away.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
the days go by in pleasant routine
only occasional disturbances
with grandkids unexpected visitors
the mailman ringing at the door
because the letter would not fit the box
the neighbor asking for a favor gladly granted
someone who wants to sell some things
the days go by
preparing meals go shopping
splitting the firewood
running the wash
checking the email
go swimming and do AquaFit
occasionally have a lunch with friends
the days go by
and I occasionally wonder
about the undesired goal of passing all that time
as days go by
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
It's not any great tragedy but the mundane,
the quotidian, which taxes me:
haircuts, shaving, the mowing of lawns;
leaf-raking, tooth-brushing, driving to work;
taking out the garbage, matching socks;
flossing, timesheets, getting gas for the car....
I long to be forced to flee at night,
all wits and energy required just to survive.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
when we consider
in one of the rare quiet moments
of our hurried hectic times
what keeps us busy throughout all our days
we may discover that there is not much beyond quotidian chores
that occupies our schedule
the job, career, the family, the children
mow the lawn, chat with the neighbors,
go to worship, bowling, Sunday school
etc., etc.
small time we give to figuring out the meaning of it all
what is it that we want
when we have reached the peak of our career
when our kids have left the house
live elsewhere without need for our care
what is it that is left
to strive for and achieve
pragmatically speaking
it may be useful to become alert
and contemplate such matters
alongside our busy years
at least some time before
we find ourselves
close to the edge
that points us into different spheres
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC