Rooted beats snooted

Tonight I was good

Rooted.

Brought bubbly water and eyes sought out the other totallers

We sensed the unity and drew together

In our collective hush.

Voices babbled and cackled around us

In their inebriated states

But deciding whether I was bored or in disdain

Of the drinkers

Was difficult to fathom.

No red no white no hops rice or potato

While eyeing the bounty on the counter

And wishing.

Met Paul from Johnnie’s end of the road

Who knew so many people including Lee.

And because I think you’ll end up reading this

My dear E

I was asked to tell you

Your light is at Lordco.

Tribal antics

What is sport?

It draws friends together from disparate walks of life

For a unified tribal moment of group agreement

And synergizes the dynamics of individual excitement.

Strangers bond and the spark and sizzle fuels the players

Sport and the art of friendship bond.

Of me

Baring of the soul

Colour coding mood exploding

Gaps and dashes

Blacks and flashes

Outlining the hidden aspects

Of me.

Pyrus by Jacques Clement

Where to?

A week of tearing around

Getting things done and undone

Getting nothing done or redone

Friends and benders and tender moments

Teetering on that sawblade but always

Regaining balance.

Birds, Turds, ‘n Words

How absurb.

Birds, turds, ‘n words.

Life is messy said a certain E

To which I could only add I see and at times I do agree.

Some strange curves were thrown today

And I had no chance to argue just obey

Birds, turds, ‘n words

The former delight the middle yucky the latter can sway either way.

I heard myself say something that surprised me as soon as it left my mouth

That it would be nice to walk away from everything.

The power of words, a probe-like antenna filtering out from the brain

Testing the airspace and picking up the vibe of the inner diatribe

So messy, sometimes, this life.

Mojo

Whatever happened to youthful

Spontaneity?

Time for random acts of travel.

Slammin’

Shoot shot feel it drop
Find the range and feel the beat
Slam the Thai pads
Follow the flow
Become the music
Flick your feet
Fuzzy focus
Go go go

I eye

Don’t think you know me

I don’t even know myself.

Dig and bury, bury and dig.

Hide everything or modify and display.

Do not be alarmed;

I hate the rain, the cold, the long wait til summer.

An expert at mona lisa-ing

And keeping an even keel.

The duck may look calm on the surface

But is paddling like hell underneath.

Don’t worry

I am an artist.

This is who we are.

Down with downpours!

I deplore any rainpour -

Born for the sun

when it’s wet I am done!

Neurons fire with dismal jangling kicks

while memories kick in of a sunny day fix!

(My apologies to Mr. Longsworth et al)

Resolutions

Why not make New Year Resolutions on any given day? I’m going to.