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I was told recently I may have a screw loose. Despite the indecipherable medical jargon utilized I still interpret it as a win. Their favourably apocryphal impression that there are any screws remaining at all is highly complementary. Reality is I’ve got everything tightly wedged around one grove where any ineffable movement could and likely one day will solicit a collapse like Pompei crafted of Jenga. But that’s fine, as we all know, whomsoever causes the tower to fall is also responsible for its rebuild. And next time I’ll procure an adhesive.

Now admittedly I did promise a lighthearted theme today, and the lie detector results determined that was, in fact, a lie. Goddamn it Maury. Then again, it could be argued that those who would engage in such pursuits have the lightest hearts of any. Exclusively within poetic conventions, of course. Generally, their avarice and gluttony would see said vascular organs unhealthily enlarged if anything.


“Missed Shrouded I’ll”, June 22, 2020.

Spawning lies and coverups

Will help investigation

Plucked softly as buttercups

Prior sanitization

Collect flowers in a tome

Pressing both blooms and complaint

Built not in a day was Rome

With fair Flavian acquaint

Colossal deceit won’t impugn

Eventual exhuming

For all but the true buffoon

Evidence is consuming

Rightful wrath and wrathful wrongs

Are best to be averted

Concentrated justice strong

Should never be perverted.


Unfortunately, true buffoons are a dime a dozen these days. In fact, the going rate has actually decreased to nine per nickel, and there are those who covet steel. I guess nickels are made mostly of steel now, silver would have been a sexier allegory but one can only work with the minerals at hand, K?

Remember, if you haven’t got anything nice to say… quietly reflect on personal choices, reframing your situation from a more optimistic and minimally antagonistic perspective.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tails, my friends.

-Alex Blaikie

Categories: poetry writing

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

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