Tasted a morsel called experience

spicy cause

salty moment

sweet ambitions

and you know what came out…

Flushed twice for courtesy as the store fronts announced everything

everything in existence

50% off,

tilted

whacked

a sale of unbalance

Fuck the dollar, the krona, lira, rupee, peso, franc…

and pass another deep dish helping of pain and disaster

as so many political pie holes say

“let them eat cake!”

Put a quarter in the slot for a few second peek

just in time as the once again

pass the platter

heaped high with lust and greed with a side of shit…

Yep, sure sounds to many

either the American dream

or

time to go on a diet.

First, just to set the record straight, people are bent. All people. All humans. All, all, all, all, and…  all.

Show me a straight person… Just one. And you can’t. Know why? Cuz you’re bent. Full of curvy ambitions, circular thoughts, angled pursuits… Not one damn straight person in the whole lot of you.

It is very easy to be a misanthrope. Very easy indeed. It also is very easy to have faith. It is easy to be and have a lot of non-linear things. Thus, you’re all bent.

Now, sardines? Ah, sardines are great! And thus, a poem is created in honor of the human race busy running in circles.

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Schooled schmoozed and royally fucked

Baited by thoughts of fancy and greed

consumed and be consumed by much

as such

so seemingly

foolish

Splish splash

finning madness  in a world of shallow depth

greed

lust

possesion

and for what?

“Take the bait! Take the bait!”

Reeling another  one in

pickled

salted

preserved for posterity, sakes alive!

The human race smells so eerily familiar

to sun rotting fishes.

Birds can fly. A flip of the wings and they soar. Yet… so many birds choose to walk/run before resorting to flying.

Today, it rained and was perfect for grading gravel roads.

While grading, I came upon a large group of quail. These little guys chose to run as a mob down the middle of the road in front of me.

I slowed the machine down and followed them for about three minutes until they must have worn out their little legs as they all exploded into flight.

It made me smile. It happens often around here with quail and chukars. Now, chukars really love to run. They look like a miniature version of the cartoon character, roadrunner.

Scott said, “You’re a genius.”

People say, “You’re an idiot.”

Women say, “You’re cruel.”

Men say, “They say…”

Speaking and saying, and what does it all mean? They? You? Me?

Words are a fabric of life, a means of expressing what the speaker desires to communicate.

You have been called many things in your life. Cruel words. Kind words. All sorts of words in between. Some of you like what you hear… Some of you do not like what you hear…

So, what do you like to hear best?

Everyone is different.

Since I’m crazy, my favorite word/sound is  of wind; pulse of life; fish, bird, beast. As for my least favorite, it is your world of mankind filled with, ‘you’re, they, and me’

Bastardized tone of flab shown

Curating ambitions of sedentary

and for what?

To move or to blob

or maybe

hide the memory.

Flat silicate pressed to view

sucking up

shaking sanity until flakes of reality settle the tally

Ah!

Casting shadow beneath the smirk of sunlight

Sounded vibration as feet shuffle across wooden path

Clothing XXX and snugly stable

Could it be?

In Africa a dream

In America a reality

In life, a picture/reflection of

death…

‘A dog is man’s best friend!’

How true.

Recently a man I know purchased a female black lab puppy aged 7 weeks. What a wonderful use of money as there is another saying, ‘money cannot buy happiness’ a saying that may be true for poets and fruitcakes but in the real world this world embraces… money can buy happiness, and Koda, the black lab puppy, is proof.

Now, the man that purchased this bundle of energy, is a chaotic man. One who follows his sexual urges and impulses. No different really than anyone else, but since I make a practice of studying such creatures as  humans, his situation is very intriguing.

For mankind, it really boils down to self needs and choices. Some handle the self needs and choices in a very conservative manner and on the other end of the spectrum, some are totally out of control.

Today, Koda was visiting the jobsite. Such energy. Such fun. And while visiting, another dog visited. A Rhodesian Ridgeback. An adult male still wearing his balls.

Upon visiting the male peed on the cage where Koda was sleeping. Even after being yelled at by various people, the dog still peed two more times on the cage holding Koda. A full, robust and strong spray of urine. Poor Koda cowered and endured the male intrusion.

Gross? Offensive? Only to those who choose to be. For me, an interesting perspective on the world of man/man, dog/dog. So very much the same yet so very much different.

Male and female humans thrive on pheromones, language, looks and other simple and complex ‘mumbo jumbo’. Male and female dogs thrive on smells, and inbred social canine conditioning. Both species torment the shit out of their own kind.

Today, the interactions between the owner (male human) and Koda (puppy) was sincere, real, obvious, and wonderful. Both held each other on bonds much stronger than any sexual partners the man could want or desire. Koda was totally responsive and ‘loving’ to her human companion.

In the dog world, it truly is ‘dog eat dog’. In the human world, it truly is a cruel, hostile place. Yet, when man and dog are combined, a true friendship is made. A bond that cannot be made between dog and dog or human and human.

So, yes, it is true. A dog is truly mans best friend, AND, a man is truly a dogs best friend.

pretense portent prescribe physical phallic pools…

erection evolving even

a

situation.

Lost in never never land

La la, “BAM! BAM!”

and the drums roll on…

rooted testaments tools of mind

Vibrations leading back…

Eruption!

…

…

…

and then

and then

annnnnnnnnd

then…

pretense portent prescribe physical phallic pools…

erection evolving even

a

situation.

Fun! Two words I like, put together and now written about. Bikini’s (wonderful invention and better than a thong and almost better than buck-assed-nekked) and free speech.

Social media is a haven of shit and wisdom. Sometimes separate sometimes together.

Trolls who get their jollies by belittling anything or anyone that gets them ‘hard’. Idiots. Intellectuals. Morons. Saints… Social media is a world by itself and a part of the change for the human condition.

Recently our local cell phone provider crashed for a week. It was most amusing to read the feedback to the situation via Facebook (gag, puke, Facebook sucks!)

As for bikini’s… now THAT is muuuuch better than social media. For me, a heterosexual man fully embracing the heterosexual part thinks the female body is probably the best damn thing going for this shit planet. Well, that and pizza, jalapeno poppers, ice cream…

Tonight I wanted to write about free speech and bikini’s and so I did. If anyone ever reads this shit and becomes offended, too bad. If you like bikini’s and free speech and are male then there is hope for this shit planet, though, thinking I might be  becoming a minority in this American landscape of politically correct bullshit.

Yellow stripes with wings flying black intentions
Stinger pointed to make a landing
Swarming masses of sweat attract
a hot Summer day

Sitting or standing
some run flailing vocals as cast would bring
relief
when night comes in flight
stars riding, meteors sliding, a moon immune
with healing throbs reminding

until the Sun returns with foraging hoards
then
shadows around
buzzing
sounding time
seeing the air alive.