Rope

making rope

a triangular compromise

a no red so go blue

not a no go

a gone too soon

and so many days

to turn again

to twine tomorrow

and then

and thereafter

again and another

time gone round

turned out

for the practical considerations

of rope

badges

teaching little girls

to weave nooses

eat bugs

and carve totems

for future negotiation survival

gotcha right here in my pocket

my little survival list

for hurricanes

cold fronts

nonstandard-sized galoshes

and ill-timed invasions

(seriously? June?)

three fingers to the gods

“I will not capitulate

I will not perpetuate,

I will not allow less

than glossy-manual

goodness.”

please-thank you

badges

keeps

the lie keeps
close to the chest
warm and wet
unrealized
in its simplicity
the complicities
of the implications
have no place
interwoven between
hand on hand on
skin on bone
on lie
close to the chest

The Logic of Decision Making

Given
1) This will feel good
2) This will hurt me
3) This will lead to effect 1B/positive
4) This will adversely hinder otherwise folks than me
5) This is, in effect, the same as (6)
6) This is, in effect, the same as (5)
Then
One coin
78 cards
Two distinct lifelines
Three shoes (unrelated)
And one jalapeño burning on Mrs. Argawal’s stove
Result
That’s how it goes

a hastily slid in wish

a hastily slid in wish
benigno numine
looked askance at
in the glarier moments of light
ow, lux
this most basic need
dis aliter visum
in particular parameters
would be fine
dante Deo
but it’s not worth admitting

Alice

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

It’s Not a Love Song

Influx Transposer’s last post made me think of Maria Taylor's "Song Beneath the Song", then it was stuck in my head, and then I found it on You Tube….so there you go.

my sweet subconscious

this and then
black patent promises
sweetly made by my subconscious
quietly humming
that it’s just a careful study in patience
a shyly made line drawing
of which flooring material
I would choose, so carefully,
should you opt to floor me
this day or then
as I step carefully
in black patent promises
my subconscious assures me
are all the rage

Meesa back!

I’m back from Alaska! We had an amazing time and I highly recommend you visit that part of the world if you haven’t already. I have Alaskan-related posts planned in my head but, alas, am really tired from traveling (yeah) and going back to work (boo). Until I get to such posts, however, I thought I’d have this interim “Hey I’m Back but Tired Post.”

So, my friends, I give you the song that has been stuck in my head all day.

More From Chicago

Heaven, hell, and so on. Terms for divine dwelling places, ideal states, places of divine punishment, and the like are usually lowercased.

If My Uncle Was Danish

The was going or the could have been
—that goes without saying—
when you’ve got dodgy Viking credit
and ginseng pills thrown into the blender,
who the fuck turns it on?
A little ginseng, a little melatonin,
some of the chelated stuff from
HEB’s aisle of wellness
—it goes a long way in the ongoing
battle against the domination of sniffles.
Blenderize that, what have you?
Most precisely and again, what have you-ooh-ooh?
Get back, funky Jack
and take the high road to Tipperary.
Worry, whine, and wait some more,
because there’s no call to ruin
a perfectly fine blender.
Think of the daiquiris man!
Those alone are worth suspected murder
and incestuous intrigue.
A margarita on the rocks?
In this weather?
Save your Geronimo’s
and securely fasten the mask to your face
and then place one on that of the child next to you.
More precisely and again—take your parachute-oot-oot
cause your gonna get wet.
In summation,
if the house is going to win,
you don’t double down.
Another? You’re a sweetheart.

Type A Love

I haven’t forgotten about you,
I’ve just pushed you aside
onto list three, item four
before flossing
but after buy bread.
So you see, you’re not neglected
just prioritized
in a life carefully boxed
on well-dusted shelves.
So, clearly, there’s no need
for your emotions to get messy.

Disposable

The smiling face of the Bounty man
looks up at me from the bottom of my trash can.
I’m sorry, I only loved you
for your super absorbent towels.