#REFLECTION I met my reflection yesterday—yesterday my reflection I met. I let him know he looked okay—okay looked him know I let. Arranged his help for a speech we rehearsed—rehearsed we a speech he arranged. How strange to see my text so reversed—reversed so my text seen to strange. #vss365

#TIMED Are you going to Scarborough Fair where partially sane Rosemary is timed on poetic tasks like how long it takes for her to come up with verses that rhymed? #vss365

instructions from my trainer couldn’t have been plainer; to focus on what’s #relevant ignore the freakin’ elephant but as much as I tried its wrinkled gray hide was such a shocking element that I could no longer focus on making the last line of this poem resemble anything halfway eloquent. #vss365

#ACHIEVABLE Stellar Steve, a bull, thought refinement achievable using plates receivable at a china shop nearby his farm. with effort inconceivable the ceramics were retrievable though he’d enter, shop, and leave a bull without doing any harm #vss365

#MEASURABLE a life well lived is treasurable a love well loved is pleasurable but a life of love spent with you is above anything else that’s measurable #vss365 #love

#SPECIFIC island time in a tropical clime of vacations South Pacific is ill-defined the very best kind of vague and unspecific #vss365

LIGHTS! flicker on to greet the dawn commuters drive by as I grab my CAMERA! warm streaks of sky long exposure, sensitivity high headlight beams blur into streams of photographic satisfaction entrapping this moment of #ACTION! #vss365 324/365

#OPTIONS options on the table all that we are able to make or break to fake or take killing an ocean to save a lake if we don’t wake we’ll surely bake a clear mistake all for the sake of spreading the fable that our world is stable #vss365 #option

#REALITY what reality would there be if somehow we beyond all perception filters could see? what subatomic macroscopic philanthropic versions of our being would survive the seeing of that totality? #vss365

despite what others might report I’ve found that life is not a sport the point is not a single #goal some white line on turf a numbered flag on a pole it’s about a leveling up of skill and helping others get their fill ending each stage with some net gain— life is more like a video game. #vss365

#ISSUE received: the latest issue on paper thin as tissue required: a pair of tweezers to turn beyond the teasers reviewed: a text that glistens with a remarkable tuition renewed: a sense of wonder and a will to bring the thunder. #vss365 320/365

#TRANSPORT Rail brakes squeal steel pressing on steel and a billowing curtain blanks the Station of the Certain, a sheet of white until a light pierces the steamy night to bring the transport into sight. With a hiss the mist away is blown; “All aboard the 518, bound for Lands Unknown!” #vss365

#SCIENCE “Take a close look! As the chemicals cook, each bond will respond by the values in my chemistry book!” As I peered into her flask, an endothermic reaction completed its task. With a roar of color! With a flash of silence! My eyebrows grew back but… She blinded me with science! #vss365

#NUMBER I'm not getting dumber, just progressively number in my darkened world abysmal, journeying from the multisensory to one lingering visual; her face, framed in place, the final trace of a bygone summer. #vss365

#MYTH A myth spreads across our modern nation of a so-called Western Civilization, received from Caesar’s imperial station, enriched with messianic revelation and purified from contamination by frequent purges of the population under the guidance of social elites with Socratic education. #vss365

#MEASURE “Measure twice cut once,” says our local carpentry dunce. Good advice, yes, but for him it’s a guess between the two rulers he uses for cuts. #vss365

Ticket stub from the early 1990s, when all of theatrical Star Wars could be screened from midnight to 6am.

#LITERATURE I’ll loan you George Orwell, through a code on your cell, and once you are done, try Fahrenheit 451 and some cyberpunk futures to serve as your tutors and keep you alert while we’re on the run. #vss365

A question to ask about EVERY new #law: do the imagined benefits justify the deaths that might occur during this law's enforcement and the further skewing of an inherently unjust society from an unbalanced application of this law against folks who are already disproportionately policed? #vss365

#LAW Every new law is a law to be broken, a break in the social contract betokened, granting the state a new source of strife and one more excuse for taking a life or further restraining those who survive without the means to prop up the regimes of the so-called justice of justice deprived #vss365

#LANGUAGE Down at the docks, chewing on jam sangwich, the children are collecting words for their brand new language; from each longshoreman’s curse, to every sailor’s bawdy verse, they capture it in crayon and urge each other hang on for something even worse. #vss365

We are #history gluttons, slaughtering glories to gorge on the mutton, blending, blanching, blanding, Shall we do a 9/11? Shall we do a lunar landing? How will history judge this stream of steamy sludge, the all-you-can-cram nostalgia buffets until nothing remains of our remaining days. #vss365

#GEOGRAPHY The landlord died without any heirs so the tenants rose up, declared the land theirs, established a charter, grew crops to barter, and lived lives reflective of an anarcho-collective. #vss365

#FAMOUS How nice to etch your name into every stranger’s brain, to drop from their tongue, legendary and ever young, universally known, deserving of a throne. How easy then to ignore all those who knew before what a jerk your really were. #vss365

#EDUCATION Educate yourself! Read every textbook on the shelf! But as you exit the walls of the tony lecture halls wipe the ivory tower grit and grout from your boots on your way out! 308th #vss365

#Domestic or imported? I want to drink water sprung from the footfalls of a noble’s daughter as she runs through fields of dewdrop yields to meet with her lover under secretive cover of a hay wagon load pulled down the road by mares of dark mottle, and if you don’t mind, leave the bottle! #vss365

There's a horror movie for everyone. #CREATURE #vss365

#CREATURE Creature, creature, double feature, behind the back of their father-preacher, and his fierce disapprovies of drive-in horror movies that turn strong men into shameful screechers. But lo, they find the godly man in his holy-roller van… [ continued today at gfishbone.com ] #vss365

#BUSINESS Joey Knuckles kicked down the door, Jackknife Johnnie made the staff hit the floor, the Big Bad beamed, his white suit gleamed, surveying the panicked scene he screamed, “Give them the business, boys!” [to be continued] #vss365

The author does not endorse devilish prank-capers or the consumption of treats in excess. Enjoy your #Halloween in moderation. #vss365

#RAY It’s a shame about Ray, sucking sour Lemonheads all day, his stomach curdled, mouth opened and gurgled an acidic yellowy spray. #vss365 -No AI image, even the Sleeping Robot refused to illustrate this one.

#ARGENT #vss365

#ARGENT A medal of argent on the chest of a sergeant caught the eye of a certain half-drunken bar gent. “What’s it for?” asked the fellow in a voice tinged with mellow, “How’d you get it? Was there killing, and if so, do you regret it?” [I’ll post the rest to my website. It went long.] #vss365

#EXPERIMENT I must leave this house, this laptop and mouse, be with people again else be driven insane. It’s finally time to rejoin the dance! This career experiment must yield to some merriment but no… if I go… who will water my plants? 301/365 #vss365

#CREEP The bear keeps popping sunflower seeds beyond his bulging belly’s needs while in the air, the drone of bees lulls him to a nap. A gentle tap, a desperate slap, a redness creeps across the map as the ursine bleeds. #vss365 300/365

#HELIACAL The sun is a harsh mistress, smothering with her light until time creates distance, an escape into the night, back to who you are, in your heliacal rising to become a morning star. #vss365 Day 299. More Tomorrow

DAY 298: #TERROR SYSTEM ERROR The words spark terror, and we all skip a breath, staring up at a Blue Sky of Death. Code 77-B: Unexpected Situation. Insert Disk 3 To Reboot the Simulation. #vss365

#MARTIAN He said his name was Martin, four foot tall with skin of green and the biggest, blackest, oval eyes that I have ever seen, a giant head, there-fingered hands, and if you see him, holler. He’s visiting from somewhere far so I loaned him my last dollar. #vss365

#UNSEEN Absolutely obscene how some people go unseen, and what does it mean when their every word goes unheard? Absolutely absurd! No matter how visible, No matter how loud, they blend into the crowd when seven million people all chant the same thing: “America has no king!” #NoKings #vss365

#ENERGY Craved energy drink for a post-bonk think so I pushed my car to the energy bar and ordered shots to clink, clink, clink! ⚡️ #prime ⚡️ #monster ⚡️ #redbull With a zap and a jerk, I felt my nerves perk, abandoned my car, jogged home from the bar, and set myself to work, work, work! #vss365

#SAUCER Since the days of Geoffrey Chaucer, tales have been told of ye Olde Flying Saucer; a floating city in a porcelain case, no longer fit for returning to space since a meteor storm caused it such a shellacking and it can’t safely land due to all the cracking. #vss365

#ATOM #vss365 I'm working through my #vss poem archives, adding more tags making some edits. 293 days down, countdown to 300!

#ATOM I tells ya, atoms these days, surrounded by electron haze, glitzed up on designer quarks and gluons, nuclei packed like subatomic croutons, the sad state of anions who date trashy cations, and don’t get me started on photonic bombardment! [website version continues] #vss365

#HOVER Disconnected from the Earth, Cherub hovered from her birth, floating free and never floored since the doctor cut her cord. #vss365

#ANDROID The sleeping android fills its brain with generative sheep. They play and frolic in the folds of cybernetic sleep until this poem, human-wrought, directs them to their fate; the prompted words of rhyming verse that they must illustrate. #vss365 More Tomorrow

#ARID Mercury risin’ enemy blips, north horizon acid fizzes and pops from oceanward drops as a bomb squadron flies in and a CO2 missile need not be fissile to alter the air in this climate warfare; The arid sirens blare. 290th #vss365

#UNEARTHLY We are beings Unearthly; from the first unworthly moment of our birth we find ourselves adversely tumbled to the turf be- -gotten to a journey strife-stricken and wormy back to our true home of lasting peace and mercy. 288/365 #vss365

#BEETLE Doesn't that just beat all? Tough armor, wings, and a wicked mandible, helpful and harmful in equal measure, you might glow in the dark or eat dung for pleasure, a million species yet may await a human recorder within the vast net of the Coleoptera order. 288th #vss365 #beetles

#DELUXE An affair deluxe, so I rented a tux, got limo’d up, and shelled out some bucks, but once at the venue, perusing the menu, I found I’d been seated at a table of schmucks. 287/365 #vss365

#UNDERTONE Our new diss track has bite but the wrong undertone since Sal’s harp replaced Melvin’s sad trombone. #vss365