Time Perceptions

Low hanging clouds
Muted red, white, blue bunting
Thunderstorm laundered freshness
Parallel rails gleamed, bright, shiny
The church modernized
To multi-storied multipurpose
Urban decay apparent
Businesses, closed, boarded
For lease, available, in perpetuity
Buildings, once revered
Despised eyesores
Didn’t matter anymore
Yesterday’s classics, abandoned
With cracked windows
For who knew, how long?
Cryptic messages mocked
Sensationalism skipped town
And, the world hadn’t ended

 

 

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Ducks & Geese (Flying Out Of Formation)

Cooked your goose
Didn’t have good sense
God gave a goose
Mother Goose
Goose grease
Goose down
Lord love a duck
Duck, duck, goose
Fast talkers–lips moved
Fast as duck’s butts
Be kind to our web-footed friends
That duck could be somebody’s mother

Thoughts From the Road

Among total Strangers
All of them hurried
Harder to lead, than to follow
Road food, road fools
What was with red cars?
Slowed down, sped up
Hungry, didn’t want to stop
False GPS road closure alarms
My five senses, ultimate skeptics
Back at home base, tired, thankful
My little girl dog became ill
Having trouble swallowing
Examined by our vet today
Maggie stayed there overnight
For further workup tomorrow
Hoping for the best outcome

Running Lean & Mean

A post never finished from this past May.  Today was about errand running, started with going for lawn mower gas, right before a driving rainstorm.  Took my laptop in for repairs, trip timed perfectly to get involved in gridlock on the I-10, because of a serious bay bridge accident.  Some creative detours later, stopped for lunch, and all ended well.

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Secret awesome sauce
Bad memory foam
Space probing questions
Lonesome holograms
Lucky in luck
Knot the hole thing
Reverse osmosis day
Hat attacks on windy days
Wear whir you?
Wye, why, Wye?

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Her name was McGill, She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy–The Beatles–

Summer Saga

Nobody’s in a hurry
To do anything
Moving slow, slower, slowest
Nothing much to say
You know the rest
Would take too much effort
What was left, but to nitpick?
About those that droned
On-and-on, in irritating
Monotones–in public places
On hand-held phones
About those that mowed lawns
Mid-afternoons–because
It was cooler that way in June
There were more issues I missed
None of which were reasons
To get my shorts in a twist

Working Stiffs

You knew
If you were there too
Sometimes serious
Other times silly
Someone complained
Several times per day
Days were too long
Didn’t dare take lengthy breaks
Long night shifts
Stared at the parking lots
Listened to piped-in music
“It’s tearing me apart…
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na…”
“La, la, la, What?, What?
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo ah”–More “Whats”
And, another, “Oh yeah”