What REALLY comes first? “Women and Children” or “Safety”? …Not where you thought I was going with that? You’re gross.
I bore no intentions of posting today but like some insidious, cursed relic the laptop overcame my objections and drew me into its quasi-warm, somewhat irradiating embrace. Sorry boys.
Today’s piece is original and really a bit of an enigma. Is it serious, satirical, a cry for help from a desperate man, likely some combination of preceding seven notions… notions 4-7 made invisible for my amusement. 🙂 I really wrote this just now so feel free to use that fact as either an excuse for my incompetence or as a demonstration of my brilliance. I do not believe those to be mutually exclusive.
“Captain Falcon”, January 22, 2018.
Soaring upon a thermal’s grace
Turn gaze towards the heavens
Forget infernal daily race
And rise like dough and leavens
Float forever on winged breeze
No reactions required
Achieve elevation with ease
Like ball from cannon fired.
It’s sort of dumb but I’m actually rather fond of it. One of these days I’ll craft a grown-up version based on the same ideas but with less whimsy and increased gravitas. If I’m actually capable of doing so, that is.
That’s all I have for you! This things runs considerably more laborious when the poetry is also written live. Plus the pressure. The dog has been watching me the entire time and her face is extremely judgmental. Additionally her written feedback is hardly complimentary. She’s a harsh editor. I think she’s barking. Just a last dad joke for the trail.
Peace and Love yo,
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.