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Editing - polished draft

Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range
cacophony quite absurd
Play Boy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly inured,
nevertheless colony or nest
of doe eyed demoiselles
stewed over their
kit and caboodle being cannibalized
gourmet chef “coney” or “lapin”
delicacy the magic word.

I Know

I know that I might never be
Anything as beautiful as a tree
I know that I might never find
That special thing called 'peace of mind'.

I know no matter how hard I try,
That I will never, ever fly
I know that deep within my heart
My life could stop, I could fall apart.

I know that way down, deep inside
The child within did run and hide
I know the fear that's deep within
Will show itself, no matter where I've been!

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager in Nigg
(historic county of Ross-shire,
historic region of Ross
and Cromarty, northeast
coast of Scotland).

Somehow postiche crossed the big pond
once belonged to magician,
who could create static electricity waving wand
across artificial tresses colored blond,
which wizard in disguise did abscond
with priceless peruke
(archaic word for periwig)
cuz said luxurious locks
once belonged to Dolly Parton.

Oh, My Children...

So profoundly weary am I, daily defiled,
with the sludge and garbage dumped
into my lakes, rivers and oceans, and
beaches, with broken glass in the sand.

You start careless fires in my woods,
after camping under many a protective tree.
Again, you do not pick up your trash,
plainly you have no respect or love for me!

Fires, oh the raging fires out of control.
Started by a cigarette dropped in dry grasses,
or the campfire hastily put out after use
under surface waits for a gulp of air and gasses.

Laotong

I try to look into my chest
And all I see is night,
A lack of what I think is best,
And void of all that's right.
I'm seeking a spark,
I'm seeking a heart,
And yet I have no sight.

You try to look into my chest
And there you see a light,
A presence of the good that's best,
A fire that's warm and bright.
You're seeing a spark,
You're seeing a heart,
And telling me your sight.

Consequences

In a very close moment,
I touched the striations near her waist
for the first time and she began to cry.
The marks, from the birth of her son.

She’d given him up before we met.
She had been in some trouble,
and made difficult decisions
that were still exacting a price
she couldn’t stop paying for.

To her, the lines were resentful,
and would never let her forget
the only physical reminder she had left.

A Child Asks Questions

Why is a tomato both a vegetable and fruit
Why does a tree grow upward from a root
Why does 2+2 always equal 4
Why is the ceiling above the floor
Why does the day turn into night
Why does darkness vanish into light

Why do shadows leave such doubt
Why does the thunder always shout
Why say a star is born
Why is there a crack of dawn
Why do birds sing so sharp
Why does wind blow through a harp

Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me

In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and moving the clocks (around your house, and sundry frequented places) forward one hour, though your cell phone, computer, and television plus other electronic devices will likely automatically adjust. The sun will appear to rise and set an hour later.

Strong suspicion a 2024 presidential win...

for the trumpeting don
spells loss for democracy
after inauguration day
witnesses his swearing-in
nepotism will run rampant
lawlessness the name of the game
of thrones breaking apart ramparts
of inalienable rightful
freedoms rent sunder, whereby nothin
can stop formidable has-been
former forty fifth commander in chief
to wreak havoc giving boogeymen
run for his money.

Shinobinaku

So I will shinobinaku.
I look away and answer you
“No, I'm just fine. Tired, I guess.”
Holding my breath I wait, suppress
The waterfall behind my eyes
I cover leaks with easy lies,
“I chopped an onion.” “Allergies.”
“My eyes just water when I sneeze.”
“I have a cold.” “I got some dirt
Inside my eyes.” Not “I am hurt-”
“I am lonely-” “I am scared-”
“I am lost and unprepared-”
“I am depressed-” “I'm so tired-”
I am just such a good liar
When it comes to how I feel.

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