"Seeking the Sweetness" (P.o.t.D. 4/6/15, no rev)

Peeling the hours away from this sweet day
To get to the juicy fruit of a dream -
Not remembered, drinking at the cafe,
A draught of coffee, with sugar and cream.

"Matrix Mash-up?" (P.o.t.D. 2/24/16 rev ???)

As I watch the map
Twirl and Swirl
Behind the forecaster,

A memory becomes dislodged
From decade distant days
Spent in hospitals of state:

"How much sunlight will we see?"
Like it's metered out for me,
And there's not enough energy

To fuel my madness,
To keep up the charade...
A la "The Truman Show"...

Are they trying to intrude
In my chaotic little world,
Spinning 24/7, with threads unfurled?

I wonder what is real,
What is fancy,
What lies behind the scene?

Sometimes, the surreal
Becomes so, so real,
That my mind does reel

And I find myself asking,
As events become taxing,
"Did I ever come out of the coma?"

"Auto-correct poem" (P.o.t.D. 2/18/17)

Shall I compare thee to this winter night?
I'm so happy to see my son on the bus to my house
I'm so single I can't believe how happy this Sunday was
I'm not going on a Saturday night but I'm not going on Facebook
I'm not going on Facebook
I'm so single
I'm not sure how I am but I'm still interested and there are a few things that I've been looking at and I am interested
I'm so single I can't believe how I am so single
The only way you could have been able would be a better app

"Silver Pins?" (pub 2/7/16, rev 2/7/17)

Our minds became hollow, empty vessels,
Drained of all sparks, with brains swept up in news
Faked by the paparazzi media...

Try as I may, my senses sucked mine dry
Through flimsy skin, plugged up ears, clamped shut eyes.
Our hearts evacuated long before -
Leaving behind travesties of lives sore.

My hope - it still exists - is that one day,
Our vacant existence will replenish
With love's fires, that we'll find silver pins
Hidden under all the straw mens' toothpicks.

Let us slay charming vampires and werewolves -
Diseases poisoning society,
Plucking my mind from day's vitality...

"Seeking the Sweetness" (P.o.t.D. 4/6/15)

Peeling the hours away from this sweet day
To get to the juicy fruit of a dream -
Not remembered, drinking at the cafe,
A draught of coffee, with sugar and cream.

(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 - 6/25/11)

hmmf... not much time left, sooo....

SSSU: {}

(SSSU - 6/18/11)

SSSU: I am a string of MOMENTS, trapped in crawling time, shared with strangers. My progress is marked by a woman's voice, my destination can be familiar or unknown, depending on the planned conclusion. Only rarely do you remember the time spent inside of me, though you may recall the manners by which you entertained your solitude.

What am I?

(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...

(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?"

"bed bath"..."& beyond"

SSSU: "bed bath" - waking up, shivering, in a pool of your old sweat on a hot summer's night - "& beyond" - ...and wondering how one can drown out this dreary doldrum with dreams delightful and deluge-ional

(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?