#LAMBENT take note of the lambs bent on playful jams rolling over melt-fed lawns shorn of winter woolens in the flickering of dawn #vss365

#GHOST a ghost of the gone won’t let me move on her presence still lingers in the trace of her fingers cold chin on my shoulder or when she feels bolder a sudden attack of her nails down my back —- My 400th #vss365! More tomorrow… gfishbone.com

399 day posting streak on my poetry website. Tomorrow will be a milestone! #vss365

#PAIN sometimes soft like a pattering rain sometimes sharp like a knife to the brain like a runaway train a nerve-grinding chain the burn of a fire as this heart’s desire expresses as pain #vss365

#SOUL some parts broken some parts token some parts burned and parts still smokin’ once shattered twice scattered the remnants of my soul still struggle to be whole #vss365

#SHADOW in the urban drizzle with two pops and a fizzle a streetlight dies and frees my second self from his me-shaped guise he swells up to an impossible size consumes the alley and for a finale swallows the night in one single bite um… we’re still friends …right? #vss365 #shadows

#SOOTHE can’t ever slow down must stay on the move Kane grinds himself rough while playing it smooth stretched half-past enough ever more to prove his aches never soothe pains never remove and he never has time to refresh his groove #vss365

#THRUM thrum, thrum, thrum, no keyboard, no drum, five fingers, six strings, and one truth to sing. #vss365

#OBFUSCATE with a ▓▓▓▓ and a beep the ▓▓▓▓ ran deep ▓▓▓▓ in the news hiding ▓▓▓▓ views ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ pathetic ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ copacetic ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ entangled ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ strangled ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ beast ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ until Labor Day at least. #vss365

#QUIVER I ordered a quiver two days to deliver when I opened the box it started to shiver gave me tingles and trembles like ice down my back as I strapped it in place and filled it with snacks #vss365

#WANE a straining world a waning world once party-time and excellent it now descends to excrement bruised hands in iron gloves knowing only push and shove and how to tighten up the reins enabled by artificial brains how can we dance? how can we sing? in a world that’s lost its schwing? #vss365

#CUSP on the cusp of falling up because this town can’t get more down a weary sigh from every rift provides a gentle lift— there’s pity in the blood-soaked ground #vss365

#SNOW Winds from the northeast, less a storm than a winter beast, subzero chill, enough snow to choke a hill, a meteorological ride, my advice is, stay inside! #bonus

#RUSE carnal sin imposed sans consent or the threatened death of a dearest friend? this illusory choice provides no way to halt the victim from feeling their pain is their fault, a moral bruise imposed by a ruse, two options regrettable, each rendered credible by long term abuse #vss365

#SLIP the enigmatic S.S. Voynich prepping for its maiden voyage unsourced voices staticky tunes arcane glyphs and powder-drawn runes resistant to standard brooms unnerve the crew of the engine room but no time to ponder portents of doom— klaxons rage as the Voynich slips under the waves #vss365

#DRIZZLE into drizzle into gloaming into gray and into roaming into searching into searching into searching into searching into searching into searching into searching into finding into healing into binding #vss365

#UNMOOR the billionaire all wealth did pour into a tribute by the shore, a grander yacht than built before, this pleasure island ridged with highlands glory anointed and lovingly appointed not just in gold leather, but also groves and heather in an ecosystem with shipboard weather! […] #vss365

#BEND frogs in a blender Beckham on a bender to a LimeWired mpeg of “Love Me Tender” I’ll be scraping 90s culture off of my back fender #vss365

#LOOM a fading king, his half-formed shroud awaiting on the loom, while much like sharks, would-be successors circle round the room, but any daily progress made on wrappings for the tomb gets unraveled by a secret hand postponing the kingdom’s doom. #vss365

#VEER on the road to Miami to visit her family and all she holds dear until— a sudden veer! burning rubber, lurching sideways, tires blown out on the highway! she steers into the spin skids across the median toward an oncoming truck her final words are, “What the %^#*!” [continued…] #vss365

#MURMUR a murmur for your thought? maybe, maybe not the penny gone archaic puts us in a pickle— I want a fair exchange but I’m not parting with a nickel #vss365

#DAPPLE ice-piranha swarms on missions kamikaze dapple cheeks and pepper snowblind eyes while diamond paparazzi flare flashbulbs from a field of flakes to document the pains and aches the pratfalls and the double takes between my car door and the coffee #vss365

#SEAR sizzling blacktop bro frying eggs nonstop the beachgoers laugh pair sides of bacon and a latte half-caf sure would be neat parking lot breakfast as a shoreside treat if only I could get there without searing my feet #vss365

#HEARTFELT with heartfelt joy with heartfelt anguish the heartfeeling boy pens heartfelt language in a heartfelt letter to a heartfelt friend heartfeeling better in the heartfelt end #vss365

#WONKY humming Mozart in the wrong key on the freeway on a donkey in a movie I’m directing is when I started suspecting that my life had gotten wonky like a bad joke played upon me by myself #vss365

#STOOP on the stoop we were messing with ratios of gin to Caesar dressing sang TV theme songs voices impressing would the Senator join us? no but we had his blessing #vss365 true story!

#SLAPDASH lunchroom gossip, jealous stares— next season’s slap bracelets on sale at Claire’s! the other trendsetters already had theirs but allowance day was ages away so Megan grabbed the lot and made for the exit like a dart! of course she got caught the plan was slapdash from the start #vss365

#KOOKY in a dumpster in that empty lot behind the auto works watching, waiting, bidding its time, the Kooky Monster lurks its senses tingle are each passing person’s wacky quirks but don’t you worry, kooky friends, the monster eats only jerks #vss365

#UNMISSABLE Miss, please refill my mug. C’mon, miss, don’t such be a slug! Miss? Miss? Miss? Did you just shrug? “My fiancé just went away,” the stone-faced waitress did calmly relay. “Said I made him miserable, and that I was unkissable, so for the rest of today, I’ll be unmissable.” #vss365

#DELIVERY bonus round A bell rings. A waiter brings Into the Oval A chilled Diet Coke— No joke! #vss365

#DELIVERY bring me food plates by conveyor stream the content to my player ship my shopping through an app 4 stops away on my in-pocket map companionship by rightward swipe payment by click or tap or stripe the benefits are all-inclusive but happiness remains elusive #vss365

#ADORN from the day she was born, Sally felt urged to adorn her body in baubles, trinkets and junk, antique jewelry, and other signifiers of spunk until they weighed down her walk, and they clinked and they clattered as she struggled to talk… (the conclusion will post to gfishbone.com) #vss365

#SYMPHONY strutting past, bold as brass, trumpeting virtues cold and crass, wind in your wood, spit in your reeds, untroubled by other people’s needs, a dozen violins begging for sympathy drown in the booming of your timpani— you’re just a sad phony, playing at symphony. #vss365

#SPOOKED over winter’s darkest days somewhere in the sticks spooky builders of the CIA’s Division of Duplicate Bricks have replicated your rooms and halls for no particular reason at all and sat your doppelgänger there in a duplicate of your favorite chair #vss365

#ODDBALL oddball, off the wall, how they’d love to watch you fall but you’re still here, you persevere, and given time you’ll show them all #vss365

#CLUELESS I floundered for ages, so lost and clueless like a gloveless hand or a foot that was shoeless on paths of broken glass unable to pass until you found me, now I’m no longer youless. #vss365

#BALDERDASH balderdash and fiddlegrumpkins! the ding-dang voles got into the pumpkins, flamfestered harvest diddly squat and ruinated the cottledarned lot! I’m okay, I’m okay, I just can’t speak with this ramrusted season of gump gone to rot! #vss365 3/365

#ABSTRACTION the abstract painter believed that the deceiver conflates the deceived, that happiness abstracts from an unraveled life, that every other woman was symbolic of his wife, until he learned the way that bliss conflates strife when a gentle caress can’t be abstracted from a knife #vss365

#DELIGHT looking out across the blight from bunkers deep and out of sight regrow our ranks rebuild our might another year, another fight but as for tonight we raise our glasses in a toast to this rare moment of delight HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y’ALL! 1/365 #vss365

Happy New Year? No… Happy you near.❤️

#DREAM #vss365 That's 365 days of poetry in 2025. See you all next year!

#DREAM Paul was the heart of the jimsonweed, having been selected by the Queen of the Seed, mustachioed and mellow a kindly older fellow his gentle voice guided those whose choice was to slake their dreaming needs from invasive psychotropic feeds… #vss365 365/365 More Tomorrow continues in 2026!

#TRAVEL watch me unravel during our travel as the judge bears a grudge and bangs a gavel, for the laws in this place are such a disgrace— who’da thunk it illegal to sell baggies of basil? 364/365 #vss365 poems. What a year it’s been!

#SOLE I sing a song of the unknown fate of the streaming plate of filet of sole that the fae folk stole and vanished, famished, down a hole. having missed their leaving, Mother taps her foot, unbelieving. #vss365

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#MARS red rover, red rover, send Curiosity over! but a conjunction’s begun, Mars is blocked by the sun, so the rover idles on a crater while Martians creep in to collect their data— meanwhile on Earth, with signals blocked and paused research, the NASA dudes all become waiters #vss365

#AIR You’re on the air with Cupid Jones, ten thousand feet up and all alone— but Cupid’s brought her microphone, a long-ass cord, and pages of speech to rest on her knees and flap in the breeze while she tries her best to atone. #vss365 361/365

#STRUGGLE life is a struggle, just ask and any mug’ll tell you every single person, place, or thing’ll want just to entangle your work and every gang’ll cause you endless trouble until your local pub’ll offer a safe haven and friends together bravin’ the aftermath of an existential cave in. #vss365

#SURVIVE approaching the end of twenty-twenty-five most count ourselves lucky to make it out alive we’ll have much to fix in twenty-twenty-six but our hope will survive and in faith we will thrive #vss365 Merry Xmas to all who celebrate and good wishes for the new year!

#SHOOT “Chestnuts roasting on an… OPEN FIRE!" sang and shouted the officers’ choir to troops as tense as a taut tripwire— the result was quick… and loud… and dire. #vss365 358/365