Seems each time I walk in town
Someone will chime:
“Your zipper’s down!”
I quickly frown
What can I say?
Not looking down
So I’m the clown!"
And then allude emphatically:
“Thank you, dude, for telling me!”
I admit it’s true
Therefore I need
The likes of you
For stating so poignantly
My wardrobe's vain discrepancy!
But I must beg
Your ocular lenience
You spied this fly
In open convenience!
Should I spout Butt out!?
Ahoy, my friend
Don't mean to offend!
My trap-door is
Could it be
I need to whiz?
This evening's ode
After a long day was spent
Oh, I took a dirt road
To see where it went.
Although I'd rightly reckoned
It led to Vermont
Its ruddy face beckoned
A venturous jaunt!
2-C where it goes
This North County Road
Gas pedal & toes
The better to goad!
Over the cobble and rabble we
By pastoral homesteads tucked into the fold.
‘Twas dusty, not muddy,
Its beauty extolled;
Dense wooded stretch parted
Then lo and behold!
Far out of the way indeed we thus rode
But look yonder, hey:
It's Alex's Road!
At Sam’s behest
And not in jest
I may put him to the test!
It’s like being on the lam
Having a tiff:
No Uncle named Sam!
At least not last time I checked
Or plumb forgot
So what the heck?
I, we, two of many
Haven’t surrendered a blinkin’ penny
And yet to finish
This annual caper
Shuffling through reams ‘o paper!
Procrastination is the norm
In filling out 1040 form!
3 days to go; we’ll muddle through
As if we’ve nothing else to do!
Just like a joke no longer funny
Come on, slowpoke:
THEY WANT YOUR MONEY!
A merciful respite ‘twixt ordinary time to file and ACTUAL 2012
filing deadline (per banal, utterly humorless standardized IRS
regulations) due to a decidedly mundane national holiday, stood us, at least
temporarily, in somewhat good stead, as a multitude of multifarious necessities
beckoned our perpetually divided, perennially scattered attention across the
board, and we used all aforementioned serendipitously available waking hours (72,
to be somewhat exact, allowing a measure of leniency due to potential time zone
discrepancies and under-funded post offices’ banker’s hours), albeit mainly
immersed inchoately, insouciantly and intermittently incoherently, in Internet
internship; indoors, inwardly introspective, ignoring IRS!
No matter how you kick
Or send me stuff
This Linkin’ boy’s a bit
You’ll pull your hair
and want to shout
When trying to get in
touch with me
My cell avoidance
staunch and stout
The EXACT definition of
That being said, it’s a
But I’ll listen to your garbled
Forgive me, phone-freak,
if I say
You’re bubbling through
And it sounds like hell!
Dropped connection, 2
Glop! Correction! No app
Sounds like nothing left
What a Bunch of static
Still reeling from the event that brought me to tears:
My first rock concert in 32 years!
And what a treat: No firecrackers, obnoxious
townies or nefarious burning substances!
Lots of gray all over the place
Mostly boomers, but many a young face!
Glancing at this jury of peers
Respectably bellowing strident cheers
Even with ingestion of beers
Sloshed right up in a clear plastic cup
From behind the popcorn tiers!
No worries of not fitting in
Or Heaven forbid! - a 'den of sin'!
Not to mention the lack of din
Some fierce awesome tunes
The 'Blues did spin!
On the cusp of another busy season,
I sit stuck with a bit ‘o
writer’s crampcolored by springtime surge.The latter could lead to the
much-dreadedcondition known unaffectionatelyin the green trades as ‘SPRING BACK’.
No, it’s not an ass-backwards assessmentof changing time, setting
clocks back and such,but rather is descriptive of a painful,sometimes
debilitating lumbar conditionbrought about by overworkingunderused muscles that lay fallow,within reason, during the off-season.
Common remedies include ‘hair o’ th’ dawg’,often by default,
as bills need payin’,gotta make dough; know what I’m sayin’?
OUT YOU GO!
Today the bulb betwixt my ears
Came up short on lumens
Not so bright or a bit unclear
I’d thought had room in!
Thus off to work
& squelch my fears
Of dealing with prickly humans!
Toiling for dollars as per need
As long as I can stand it
No longer a young or sprightly steed
But skill-set? Will expand it!
Youth slipped away again today
Amidst some peppering showers
Whilst harsh machinery chipped away
My waning, dithering powers!
Oh irksome this dry working world
At times so seems to be!
Undaunted, with one’s flag unfurled
A DåY #N $PÂM±$PA©E
So spry! So droll!
a batch ‘o bad jokes
Bent wheels sans spokes
cessation to coax
face it, dear folks
dug us a hole:
out of control!
He left any tracks?
find & grind him
Max work from home?
For wrinkles & splotches?
What would these cretins
Elsewise be doing?
If not slingin' spam
And keeping us stewing?
HAD TO CRASH TODAY!
Up late + up early= Not so great + me so surly!
That being said'Twas back to bed‘Twixt crumpled sheetsWrapped ‘round my headDodging the day I’d come to dreadWith tousled hair so curly!
Breakfast such a quick repastComputer hummin’, gettin’ lostScanning pictures oh, so fastObligations thus come last!
Another day’s foray, late startEl Sol, I say “How great thou art!”Next up, the trusty rusty wagonAlthough my butt is REALLY draggin’
Off with the snowsPut on summer skinsThen hang out clothesWith trusty clothespins!
late day start; to work I delve
Day start late, & dollar short
and it’s damn near freekin’ 12!Up
‘til 3 - oh, glory be!
But these plans, you see
as a busy beeI couldn't afford to shelve!
atop a tiny hatchback
Hoping at job-site to arrive;
maybe the windshield or roof will crack
But I’ll prevail in one piece, alive!
to avoid the hill
just tryin’ to stay in the saddle;
Bumpin’ and swayin’ if you will
Up Split’s Creek without the paddle!
to workwith dust, rust, and skedaddle!
A lone tree sloth clambered up Audrey’sNorway Maple AGAIN
today,tools in hand, to work, not play.
The latest windstorm had ripped off 5 or 6more limbs, so I
incised another 300 lbs. or soout of the top (WITHOUT actually topping it!)to
assuage her fears.
With all the cumulative damage,it’s remarkable how much
tree is still leftafter half the trunk crashedonto busy Federal Street last
Also remarkable is how much AUDREY is still left!“I still have
cancer,” she says,“and it’s gotten worse.”Yet she remains energetic; no need