Posts for June 26, 2020 (page 8)

Mike Pence orders crops to be planted
in rows that curve like wings of birds
a child paints in the sky                    
                                            I explain
doing so won’t increase yield
will only complicate tilling                  
                                                 he gives me
a medieval frown:  

“Reason’s not sheriff in this little town and
truth is what’s seen by eyes of authority!”  

and the virus spreads, conjuring
a confounding god of egotism 
yearning for Babel and rubble.  

I have a tendency
to push myself too far
allow too much
march until I fall
tenacity is a positive until one realizes
I am not being the example I desire to be
I, at times, mock the self care enthusiasts
preferring to purchase a pair of shoes instead of hiding away
oh, I grab bits and pieces
hours here and there
but days, not so much
I cried this week at the self admittance
I struggle in not being perfectly capable of handling all things
yes, yes, I know
no one can
but life beckons and I hear the harmony
the voice singing underneath
lower and fuller and calling me to amplify by presence
join in, join in
and I realize
sometimes I cannot or rephrasing, should not
I don’t fall ill easily, except in my emotions
and today I am frail
weakened by more than I most likely realize
the world is screaming and so are the people I love, albeit they are quieter
I will relinquish, today
set time aside and go
release the realities I cannot control or need not
not comparing or punishing myself, only being true

Threat of morbid skies

Grey beast ails

Storm swells in the irises

of forgiving eyes

marked by tired begging

and chosen letting that

another day go by

without the gift of a

scarlet swept sunrise

For not misery

but a life led

by the beat of

empyrean’s drums

Great earth beneath

his sore calloused feet

the livelihood of generations

of sky watchers and seed sewers

devout to the uplifting of live things

Scarred as the scorched earth

by high noons of midsummer

Bogged as the furrows

that pool with a years rain

in three weeks

Still his heart is light

and head is clear

free from the burden of

sullen speculation

Somewhere between

triumph and disaster

he braces for the graceful wrath

the wake of a steely beast

I am fading here before you
Words like daggers pierce my skin
They say a thousand cuts can kill you
Well they’re right, and it’s a sin.
Placate me not with lamentation,
Do not sow your bitter seed
Just go on I will not blame
You didn’t know that I could bleed.

Traditionally, this is called
“assigning a name”.

The rules used in name binding
vary between families.

The actual structure passed
will depend on the family.

The only purpose
is to cast the pointer
in order to avoid warnings.

On success,
set appropriately.

The address is protected,
and the user is not.

The given address was specified, but,
upon attempting to bind to an ephemeral port,

it was determined that the discussion
is not valid.

is already bound wrong.

Too many symbolic links were encountered

resolving does not exist.

memory was available.

—
Found poem (erasure) from the Linux Man Pages
Complete text here
https://man7.org/linux/man-pages/man2/bind.2.html

Dr. Penis to the Vagina!
Dr. Penis to the Vagina!
Stat!

Dr. Penis–you are needed in the Vagina Room.

Hey, Lois, have you seen Dr. Penis?
Many times.
I mean, lately?
Oh, no. Not since the New Year’s party.

Darn him! We’ve had this planned for weeks
and Ms. Willing is ready to go!
He’s probably checking in on his other patients.
Well, he needs to learn to follow a schedule
if he wants to have a practice this large.
I agree. He stretches himself a little thin.
Yes, but this is not the first time he’s left
this patient waiting, after all the prep work
has been completed.

I’ll try once more.

Dr. Penis–you are needed
right away, please!
Please report to the Vagina Room
immediately.

Dr. Penis?

1. Bird companions
2.The promise of a clean slate
3. A visual reminder that light, love, and beauty will always find a way.

Evil,
Life,
Brotherhood,
Blood is all these things and so much more,
Blood is a bond that can never be truly severed,
Blood is something that we need but never want to see,
Blood is a word imbued with immense power,
It’s name bringing up conjurations of evil within our heads,
Its name bringing back memories we would rather forget,
For these reasons there is nothing more powerful,
Than blood

Love like Jesus,

but wash your hands

like Pontius Pilate.

The crescent moon hung 
like October in a June sky
a sharp pair of points
hanging off the dying of the day
the moon hung there, 
a promise

A sharp edge to cut the sky
crescent lunar perfection
promises passed 
as the veil whispered its fall
one knowing wink from the purple sky

Crescent moon after sunset 
the bone white revelation
a thumbprint of divinity
it was an accent piece

Sunset in the holler, 
as night fell, moon rise
hanging off the rich darkening of the dying day
the thin skim of a crescent shape
the moon hung October-like