Green Acres! Every MAGA monstrosity is chomping at the bit to fetish more adversity with their bumpkin wit. Half-a-wit, half-a-wit, half a wit on! Prosperity be damned. Who needs brains when they have brawn... and farmers that they've scammed.

Aye Spy Digital surveillance miles are taken for every private inch justified in boardroom wiles as lead pipe fiscal cinch. You sign off when you don't care, the convenience is your master, anytime a diversion's in the air... sly courting your disaster.

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Social Injustice Ole Boondoggle Don knew how to pour the bullshit on promoting hate and witless brawn to every clueless MAGA spawn. But slowly some will catch a clue about how folks must stick like glue to crushing lies with what is true to give no devil more than what's due.

Fade to Black I dreamt of film sold by the box as cheap as it could be in a time of analog clocks... ticking so anxiously. Exposure had to be measured in rads and mostly lumens to burn heirloom icons treasured for visage forgetful humans.

Purgatory The ghost loves but is not in love since only lovers are alive sensing all desire thereof wherein the soul will fully thrive and death occurs when love is lost (The soul whenceforth just to abide one's automation carcass tossed) to shade haunting...forthwith applied.

Overcast Primordial sky... a thick crescent moon with clouds blasting by and scatter strewn to soon befog her brilliant charm with elements agog in gyre loft alarm only to stabilize into a gray before the eyes and break of day... all to miss the Northern lights and reminisce on lesser sights.

Erudition Big boys and their pricey toys when they might jot a quip instead. Think what they'd save in cash and noise if they'd sedately use their head. Imagine man as versifier in lieu of motorhead or mook no longer fixing some flat tire... but leather binding their next book!

Relic Radiation The universe is white noise and that's all it wants to be with law that it employs to which we must agree should we desire peace and quiet and love in full supply... free from the rage and riot which perturbation will descry.

Bard Watching Fear not, pariah scallywag crow... I'll haply share with you the yard, in bohemian status quo, of scavenger and suburban bard. You watch me with your gothic eye, as for the field glass I reach, to spy before you choose to fly... off to patch your murder breach.

Spring Loaded Now descends the finch and tit upon unguarded grain... where the squirrels are not free to sit due to feeder design arcane! Down slides the outer tube, when dense tree rats alight, to tease like the sweet jujube, critters, too hefty for bird flight.

Delta Face! Swoop! Swoop...fierce Jay of Scrub... the yard is yours to peck! Reduce the cobb down to a nub and leave the bushel a wreck. Screech Jay! Screech and swoop! Command the birdbath rim! Let the flocks know where to poop... upon an avian whim!

Zohran! No MAGA can be trusted, they've made that very clear, and now their party's busted by progressives in first gear... cuz they're just getting started with joy instead of fear and leadership true-hearted... whose name sounds like a cheer !!!

Deliverance It was the age of President Fugly whose folks knew not what beauty was, and thus, they were full smugly, with all their hate and anger buzz. Ten years or more they thought they were a planet's master race... bit chomping to use every slur... till off they cheesed their cornbread base.

2M1510 Hats off to a planet of perpendicular orbit and the scopes that scan it And I'd watch more, but, the stars at orbit core are brown dwarves eclipsing each other when ellipting... two or three or four Thus I fear hypnosis at the whirly sight or a deep psychosis in halo fight or flight.

With extremes in motion the Whig moves as well to stay up on the ocean of our political hell Knowing the fascist threat is worse than commie hope is why we won't regret the use of noose and rope We did our best to warn Nazis from their craze but they gave pride and scorn to beg the hangman's ways

Rabies Mad dogs and conservatives ever at anger's teat fraught of preservatives or sentences complete Living to let live is their burr in saddle nodus to take and never give as operandi modus Reduced to the absurd, the curse where they are blind, to any encouraging word... or love of any kind.

Gusto We live our lives erratic, of this we must make peace, peace with neural static in protoplasmic release. Nervous energy is all we are it's all we'll ever be... forged from residuum afar, in... volute mortal magistracy!

Shambolic The moon took a good look at me through altocumulus streams blowing phantom thin and free like wine induced wet dreams. A sky it was for souls and saints each billow...a spirit...sought... a whiff of beauty that acquaints aesthetics with lofty thought.

#Tanka Birds and squirrels feed maple gold succumbs to breeze bird bath gittin low but where dear crow where are you to plunder this Halloween

Investment Campfires and moonbeams share an ancient gold, like retina static in my dreams... or paper really old. It's the gold I really love as it's free and clear, from Urania...far above... a mild-mannered sonneteer :)

Globus Pleiadum Seven sisters riding high in their zenith group over Devil's Tower...nigh... or like chickens in a coop. Brightest when they're at the top of a clear and moonless night, much like angels in a beauty shop... of nebular delight!!!

Flaunt-O-flex Flaksimus He flung the world all kinds of shit thinking himself the king of wit, but the ladies knew him as a twit... unable to discern their furtive clit.

Bootless Skies The coldest fog is thin and as still as can be with bright stars in the welkin wayward to infinity. Insensate orbs! They'll never know their light is sparse and dim and entropy will null the glow... like last echoes from a hymn.

#Tanka Honey and butter betwixt bread slices mingle in flavor clutter better than flavor single as upgrades are in the mix.

Herculaneum Ash On parchment or papyri was for the ages writ... doom scrolls for more doomscrolling of maieutic hairs to split. Now the noble sedge of yore and likewise animal skin have been supplanted by a phone... as ephemeral as the djinn.

The Graveyard of Remorse So oft a mind is haunted by a lifetime full of error that the id through ego taunted becomes a kind of terror... at all the things we should have known, before we lived it through... to know regret we'd need not atone... if we only fucking knew.

Departure Like a spinnaker halo blown she sailed like a dream on tideway skies out to see breakers lit by her beam. Cutting like a caravel her crescent flew...pacific... through the fade crepuscule... and nightfall...thrice terrific!!!

Dictionaries The poet envisions an arable future... in blank semantic fields blooming hypernymy furrows around raised hyponym beds and troponymy vines... hung like mistletoe for the surprise lexical kiss in etymologic Eden.

Riven Set Gold bladed Luna... into a clear horizon sliced westward under abstracted billow swarms... strolling to the east. A strand of lucid sky gave safe passage to the sea through banded haze afar. Ploddingly, some bold puffs tried to parry her scimitar glow in her riposting plunge.

Evening Glimpse Up from shrouding puffs against the twilight... rose a craggy amber spike a last bit of crescent sinking in the peachy glow of the turbulent west touch and go peeking through rolling billows... one last bright gold mark wove farewell.

Reader Response Through measureless verses whenceforth myriad times correlation disperses... to resurrect as wayward rhymes. Poet, comedian, or meme, the goal is much the same to see old thoughts redeem... in rekindled aim.

Madness How much curiosity is fueled by obsession in neural subcommittee and passive hormone aggression? Thus, our heights of glory by tragedy are stained into some sloppy story... where only addlement is brained.

Prostatectomy That stake... through the heart of joy nature made for every boy to teach him, with his sportive wife, to seek some meaning in a sexless life. The love is there, just not the sport where abidance would rarely showcase subsidence But now I've fallen...and... I can't get up.

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Dim Bulbs A curse befell the race when white men claimed they were the best. But by the way they staked those claims folks could see they rigged the test. Now everyone who isn't blind knows to trust no pale face when they've all seen their kin and kind... heed not their own disgrace.

Realm Aubade If I must rise early let it be for moon shadow and cold Aurora sky to gently greet my eye still liberating itself from evening wine Orion fades in the west as lunar horns embrace shy earthshine to fleetly blend the march of daybreak marking when night has met its end.

Karma Fucker Trump and fucker Miller both give rude service lip at their executive tiller tying kids with plastic zip Cruelty is the point oft I ever hear to get noses out O joint and into states of fear So make mental notes of just who approves of scaping spotless goats and payback that behooves

Leeway I saw sparkle by late afternoon sun in headstones under a deep zenith yonder Some hint of heavenly glint? Nay. Twas the hour angle with no life potential before or after but in that moment that scintillating moment of granite faceted death and blue-sky breath and latency betwixt.

Yarns We've seen the billionaires smug at their pompous table putting on bigshot airs with executive fables stoking egomania by taxpayer expense and public hemicrania for common recompence Then they swing their ax and we all take the hit from dread arrant severity quacks observably full of shit.

His Precious Ole Stephen Gollum Miller so hates the U.S.A. he became chief anger spiller with only hell to pay. But Gollum Miller is a dunce his policies are shite... they always are from spiteful runts morning, noon, and night.

Light Opera When humanity is duff dismal seek a corrective in a library or even elder archive like the harvest moon in beam blasting clarity on a cloudless night of full scar face disclosure a space aria phantom in serenade silence sung crater throated as a grail cup choir for maria grandeur!

Betokening How many baptisms betide a lie... upon testament deviation? From new to old and old to new by script, or fossil record, or misinterpretation? All before the last lay of baptistic sediment, attesting how grand it felt... coursing the rain and windage of vaulting revery!