Sunday
Wednesday
Slid
A year like the blink of an eye in slow motion
Field sowing and peeks into windows
The quickest shortest slide yet to the bottom
It’s all beats it’s all rhythms
Be Ready Be Strong Be Brave Be Stubborn
Be Aware Be Diligent Be on the right side of history
Be Right Be Wrong Be Smart Be Better
Be Tough Be Bad Be all that you can be
Now that we are at the very end of the chute
We can climb back out into the light
And insist on another ride ‘round
On terms personally negotiated
Get Ready Get Strong Get Brave Get Stubborn
Get Up Get Down Get on to your dreams and hopes
Get Right Get Wrong Get Smart Get Better
Get Wet Get Laid Get the justice you deserve
If you are not my friend you are my enmity
Open your possibilities to realities
Exercise the right to claim spaces
Sharing is an individual’s choice
Sunday
Tuesday
New Old Money Lust
now that i have everything
the drive is dead and i wallow in all of this
when i had nothing
the hustle was strong and i fought for all the scraps
everything is nothing
nothing is everything
what was once reward is now only
a minor and nagging annoyance
what was the stuff of dreams
now manifests as dismissible
nothing was everything
everything will be nothing
now that i have everything
i now have everything to lose (& nothing to gain)
when i had nothing
i had nothing to lose (& everything to gain)
everything is nothing
nothing is everything
here among everything
there are absolutely no excuses
when there is nothing
survival does not procrastinate
Thursday
Getting to Nothing
Sometimes it seems that the majority of time effort and energy
is burned getting to nothing
Where “nothing” is the briefest of moments
of balance clarity purity and space
Moments where things are simultaneously
all-caught-up in-progress and pre-planned
These are the transitional segues between
all the things that otherwise occupy
As the obvious can be mistaken for cliché
getting to nothing is the path to middlespace
Wednesday
Thursday
Tuesday
Monday
Look Under The Tiny Little Mirrors I
Maybe it's reconciliation
or self-reconciliation or
some sort or cosmic
or karmic balancing
Maybe it's a last desperate
gamble to hold onto one last thing
or to tell the story from
a perspective bathed in experience
Maybe it's a seasonal nostalgia
or the cycling of sun and emotion
or just an increasing comprehension
that the days and months and years are shortening
Friday
Know
• There are things about me that only I know
Other than secrets and truths there are
beliefs and preferences – affiliations and biases.
Only I know the context and the history.
Only I know the whys.
• There are things about me that only I will know
I know what frights and I know what soothes.
I know the effects of time and proximity.
I know the associations with smell
and the angle of the sun.
• There are things about me no one needs to know
The degree to which shame, embarrassment,
loss and guilt sting is unique to me.
As are pride, arrogance and joy.
Only I know what it is I see.
• There are things about me you should know
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
Wednesday
Field Mowing Day Friday
Start again / and stay the same
Mow your fields / it’s not a game
Slide the slide / until the end
Check your text / before you send
Before you know / go check the attic
Clean the records / remove the static
Then we’re back / to building towns
To find your life / call in the hounds
We'll burn it down / down to the dirt
Be careful whom / the ones you hurt
We’ll start anew / we’ll feel the hills
We’ll be the priests / the shrinks the pills
Is it the end / is it the start
Am I the horse / am I the cart
Do your best / to make them smile
You'll be the leader / for a while
Ask the whys / retort with so
Wins are fun / you never know
You get one chance / to make it work
Be a pro / don’t be a jerk
Friday
Thursday
Shapes
Bridging the divide between the connected and the disconnected
Competing paradigms of connections confusing community and convenience
Deciding the destiny of the strong and determining what defines the weak
The automation of everything from assistance to replacement
The confusion of desire and necessity create the shapes of things to come
That wasn't supposed to happen an evolution is accidental and organic
TSAOOOAST
The dream of the squirrels
Seems the most frightening one
At least three loose in my home
One dead by cat
One dead by me
One still running about
A desperate search for gloves
Subtle but specific detail variation
The long shot attempt to self wake
Monday
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