"Bug-brain" (P.o.t.D. 8/8/13, no rev)

engage archie mode
working title unknown at this beginning

although i play at being a cockroach
i am but a human
it could be possible that
for some incarnation
in the distant past
i was walking on this earth
with six legs
and no brain

who am i to say
that bugs have no brains

for a spider can weave wild webs
with interesting defects
when under the influence of this or that

an ant may be part of a larger colony
whose individual actions seem random
and yet the collective actions of the colony
benefit most of the ants

hyper intelligent cockroaches
take over the world
in the far future
for the earth is so scorched
by us meager men now

so we are but humans
imperfect and flawed
and not always looking out
for the welfare of all
especially when chasing
our wanton wants

could the problem be
that god gave us brains
but he left us to learn foresight

"Two minutes, Twice" (P.o.t.D. 6/23/15, no rev)

Two minutes: Go!
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?

Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..

I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts

Talking about what i want to talk about

...and timer rings.

So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.

Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates

Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..

then - damn. two minutes gone again.

"Two minutes, Twice" (P.o.t.D. 6/23/15)

Two minutes: Go!
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?

Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..

I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts

Talking about what i want to talk about

...and timer rings.

So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.

Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates

Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..

then - damn. two minutes gone again.

"ode to archie" (P.o.t.D. 2/12/15)

Another day is upon me, meaning
I pause as I write - my mind is scheming.
Oh, how I'd love to take you, dear reader
On grand old adventures, as your leader...
As I slide around on the chair,
Hoping not to "go nowhere"
Not to bore you
With my Spartan life
Abandoning rhymes, meters, punctuation

i become archie as the stream opens up
half listening to mehitabel
as she also opens up

i could be a faithful cockroach
transcribing all of her words
true down to the letter
but no
i want to go on a flight of whimsy

i wonder if i am immortal
able to withstand our atomic holocaust
lurking in the background
wielded by korea or isis or

i do not think i am going to die
more likely i am not
prepared for when i might die
no burial plot
no life insurance
no partner to ease my pain
when this body i leave again

there is this lingering thought
that i look for what i sought
in a past life reincarnated
i was not always a cockroach you see
and i should look for what karma surrounds me
is there a lesson trying to be learned
in my abyssmal state of abject poverty

Brought pack into the present,
By peeling off dead skin,
I nod at archie, circa 1930
And he waves his antennae
At Bean, circa 2015...
Although I do not really think
I was archie -
Something can be said for emulating
His style, His character, His adventures;

And, in this scribbled end, I again note
Talking about, the form of a poet.

"Bug-brain" (P.o.t.D. 8/8/13)

engage archie mode
working title unknown at this beginning

although i play at being a cockroach
i am but a human
it could be possible that
for some incarnation
in the distant past
i was walking on this earth
with six legs
and no brain

who am i to say
that bugs have no brains

for a spider can weave wild webs
with interesting defects
when under the influence of this or that

an ant may be part of a larger colony
whose individual actions seem random
and yet the collective actions of the colony
benefit most of the ants

hyper intelligent cockroaches
take over the world
in the far future
for the earth is so scorched
by us meager men now

so we are but humans
imperfect and flawed
and not always looking out
for the welfare of all
especially when chasing
our wanton wants

could the problem be
that god gave us brains
but he left us to learn foresight

(ThSSU - 7/25/13)

ThSSU:

A bird flitters in between trees, a little electronic spark aided by seratonin, traveling. Is a thought a crow that rests inside one's skull, parroting "Nevermore!" and trying to deceive you, gentle reader? Let it walk a minute in the fields of your awareness, but remember to let that idea fly away and pass into the past. Gain what you can from it, while it roosts between your shoulders, but do not hold onto it

hoping to squeeze water from the rocks (or rocs)
big bird gains more power as our feeble attempts to grapple with it,
clawing evermore

Yes, Let Go and Let God. Let it Pass. Do not Force that which easily Flies,
for the flutter of the wings alight from one point to the next, picking up a little more moss as new connections are made, as the pebble sits in the stream of life, sometimes carried by a torrent, and other times, left alone and unmoved by the babbling brooks.

And now I ask? Is the idea... an idea... an animal... a piece of the earth... a play on imagery and personifications, possibly muddled by the surreal streaming mode? Try to be aware of each idea, as it bubbles up in your brain, but also let it sink back into the network of the universe. If it really needs to be reconsidered, it will resurface when the time calls for it. So, let your idea fly free, knowing that it has a nest in your memory where it sings quietly in the night...

(SSSU - 8/5/12)

SSSU:

Start with a word, like 'trees'.

Evolve freely, in a stream of consciousness, branching from tangent to tangent, spinning out circles of ideas, paying only minimal attention to punctuation and grammar - just to attempt to get the thought cloud down into a concrete soup....

...and then review and reflect, to wonder aloud: "Is this art, like a mighty oak, or garbage, like the Hudson River delta?"

(SSSU - 6/3/12)

Oh, yeah, we're in the weekend, sooo...

SSSU: (word association - until I pause) caged bird sings as light brings tan toast to the table, taking the edge off a night of tossing and turning, from cicadas brring - or was it all that coffee quaffed, just cause i'm thirsty, but I don't want to be drinking. I see OJ and milk by the toast, bacon by the eggs, a bowl of cantaloupe and berries, and yet... i want a steak, or so i claim... a place to retire, to call home, to settle in for a long haul. Of course, this might not make much sense, bouncing between times then and ahead, but at least it's not sooo... random?

(SSSU - 7/9/2011)

SSSU: I tried to sleep today, but visions of marauding armies danced through my head, cutting away at my calm like scissors in the hand of a 4-year-old..

(SSSU - 7/2/2011)

SSSU: Clouds are exploding before my eyes, whether they be frantic thoughts racing inside, or fire's children on the outside... some times, I do not know, but rather just stand in fear and wonder?

(SSSU - 6/11/11)

SSSU: automatic writing Judy tapping away arc the keyboard vut realign sure what parts of my thoughts will get auto-corrected correct... I'm tired so I'm not sure if I'm thinking profoundly - "oh, well. :| " (nap first, 2nd attempt later)

(SSSU - 6/11/11)

SSSU: Life can be a gay parade, alternating between bulbous-nosed clowns with obnoxious horns emitting noxious fumes, and a funeral procession, following the coffin carrying our dashed dreams on the backs of somber men, sobered by the loss...

streaming thoughts

Word association- seed: diversity...

Spectrum. Light. Air. One syllables. Multiple words, same basic meaning. Multiple worlds, timelines. Losing first thoughts. Nuances. The traits we love, the traits we hate. Self-image. Usually differs from others' perspective...
...just a status experiment?

(SSSU - 5/28/11)

SSSU: searching for inspiration, I see an open house sign, feel a cool summer breeze, hear Pat Benator singing "I am a warrior", and taste salt... But I've got nothing... And no characters left, to boot... Ponder?

(SSSU - 5/21/11)

SSSU: Semi-random words are dancing frantically before my brain's eye, only to be laid to rest in a grave of electron clouds, much like ex-mobsters who suddenly find themselves fitted with a pair of concrete shoes...

(SSSU - 5/14/11)

SSSU: "Avoid explanation, and practice extrication. However, be wary of using a crowbar, when a jeweler's screwdrivers may be optimum. Sometimes we have to lure the motley moths away, before we can uncover the smothered, yet scintillating butterflies."

(SSSU - 5/7/11)

SSSU: The minute eluded my grasp, dissipating like vapors in a fog, leaving me guessing at the tiny details shuffling about like ants around a cockroach's corpse. "A tick on a watch, a la Dali?"

(SSSU - 4/23/11)

(SSSU) -> papers fluttered on the wall, disturbed by the passing thoughts.. no peace was to be found in that room, on that night, en route to Belgium?