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Endings all aroundBeginnings around us tooTrick is which is which
twenty twenty fivehas begun the demise ofthe beguine again
on the upside it’s
not twenty five twenty five
so we’re still alive
events sadden mescratch at my devices gatebut I refuse tothrow myself down rabbit holeswith no more bunnies to give
Expose film to light
Dark. Chemical bath. More light.
Develop photo
You’re the film exposed to light
Be the paper of your life
the taste of a steak
cooked on my old charcoal grill
flavor moooooves me still
from a furtive glance
to glancing blow use the chance
to view each askance
Groomed in the sixties
For draft in the seventies
Nation said, “Nevermind.”
My last found lover
Can seduce like no other
Her special allure
Turns my awkward blue chatter
To slutty sapphire banter
A fresh layer snow
What prints shall we leave this time
History tracks us
Few that I call friend
Over time fewer still hear
Battles fought each year
Even when they were long lost
Still grateful to see you near
freeze the frieze in time
captured on a viaduct
or just graffiti
my breathing routine
creative on the intake
exhale productive
balanced on the crust
of economies pie chart
debt magnet pulls me
walls made of our stuff
stacked in cattywampus rows
selfmade labyrinth
The fool swayed on stage
While the fools lapped it all up
“I don’t need you fools”
“I’ve fooled enough already”
As the fools all fell in line
where inerrant meets
aberrant that’s vanity
shifting abhorrent
recalling the view
when I started lifetimes slide
“wheeeee!” been quite a ride
How is glorified
confirmation bias sold?
In bunches of hunch.
I guess this is proof
Bad ideas never end
They just hibernate
digital pucker
with musk bezos and zucker
potted flesh for them
greased with their filthy lucre
canned spam American scam
Peek through lace curtains
Now tattered shredded and stained
See chaos inside
I have to remind
myself to remember the
things I’ve forgotten
A glimmer of hope
Not on the menu today
Just cold grumpy gruel
I turn today’s page
To get on with tomorrow’s
Blue plate du jour rage
Nascent ruin for most
Mimicry of the lifestyle
Rich and shameless ruse
Blatantly picking pockets
Selling we can be like them
When the gift of girth
Delivers mountains of mirth
For all of its worth
start of day snuggle
finger tips wander delights
trace the path to more
Donning the sable
Self righteous posturing gone
Malfeasance galore
spare me your fiat
relationship currency
I want to barter
All smoke and savor
Wafting up from our altars
Leaving ash behind
Haiku a Day 
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