Thought he was a goner…
Good morrow, faithful pilgrims, it of course and as always an immense pleasure! I hope everyone is enjoying a relatively fruitful day thus far, mine certainly has been, I ate a clementine.
Some unusual pieces today, indirectly concentrated around a similar theme so it seemed appropriate to make it a double. We shall go chronologically…
“Pain in the Buttress”, July 7, 2019.
Indulgence sought may chaos bring
From flawless soar to crippled wing
If overestimate your thrall
Likely to lose companion haul
Insecurity is to blame
Gusting winds at unsheltered flame
Courage can build up crude shelter
But the summer heat will swelter
Air condition and winterize
Let architecture catalyze
Reinforce all the struts and beams
So to achieve your wildest dreams
So I fucked up a potential date last year by misinterpreting telephonic silence as disinterest, rudeness, and about 37 other obviously vindictive motives when it was, as usual, nothing to do with me whatsoever. It did, however, teach me a valuable lesson that has been used to my benefit numerous times since. I’m now working on an extension to the property. Perhaps even a water feature.
This next one comes off as more of a Dr. Seuss book and I wish I could draw because the illustrations would be hilarious. Just pretend there’s a question mark everywhere, looked ludicrous when all there.
“Scaredy-Brat”, July 26, 2020.
What do you currently fear
Early death or spiders near
Being by yourself alone
Misplacing expensive phone
Losing someone that you love
Debris falling from above
Plummeting down sewer grate
Getting to your new job late
Harming someone by mistake
Stomping on an unseen rake
Car crash or perhaps snake bite
Deep water or perceived sleight
Tumbling out of a canoe
Getting feces on your shoe
Enclosed spaces if you’re stuck
Being flattened by a truck
Stepping on your puppies tail
Getting huge exam back fail
Honesty being required
Leaving the workforce retired
To death mauling by a bear
Hearing voices which aren’t there
Social scenarios large
Jailed under awkward charge
Asking out amazing crush
Becoming a wanton lush
Large or small can’t bend to fear
Lest it hovers ever near
(Pay heed though to warnings wise
To unmask bitch terror’s guise).
I’d like to believe I had been drinking that evening but don’t actually think such was the case. It’s fun at least, I suppose. And who isn’t afraid of accidentally stepping on a rake in the grass? Those things can be poisonous.
Be well, you delectable vixens and stud bulls! Obviously, should you prefer an alternate honorific please substitute at will. Personally, I’m rather partial to steely jaguar but alas.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.