"A New Word! 'Soapera*"

(December 29, 2019)

This silly Tea Dance

at least shames The Soapera

Crowd to try more ‘tacks!’

*(“Soapera” is a combination of Soap and Opera…used mostly ’cause it fit the bill for a seven-syllable word in the middle line. I am sure the concept of shaming news soap opera crowds to try for more tactful approaches to dissemination of “their” version of News is just so much eyewash down-the-drain, but ever the optimist I – an optimist is a realist who knows no matter how hard he tries to convince himself the soup sandwich on offer today contains no fecal matter – it always comes with its own roll of Charmin = continue to self-amaze if not ‘self-delude’ over the propensity for media in today’s mass market more to resemble shit sandwiches than those made of mere soup.)

"Entropic Ankles"

(December 29, 2019)

entropic** ankles

no more amuse but annoy

was sprains but now stains!*

*(I thought I’d have ’til The Heat Death of This Universe -but, alas, The Clums have befallen my poorly patchd “wheels.” Used to be I could sprain either ankle on a flat surface and just truck-on. Now I have begun to notice a disquieting trent: I keep bouncing – and tripping – into and off of damn near everything…scrapes and too-much-itched patches requiring tending as naught before. Is this vaunted old age or just age-old and I’d not noticed?)

**(The Law(s) of Thermodynamics will get us all In The End – or at least The Ankles!”

"Which Ever Comes First"

(December 29, 2019)


i wait coming ice ages

or the next freeze*

*(Fifty bucks in seeds and baby plantin’s – and a’course vermiculite and pearlite so as to early-Spring-It with containerized herbs, green onions, parsley, German and Lemon thyme(s) and much else besides…New Mexican hatch peppers long ways from transplanting, but I’ve flowers and in one case some preemies on Scorpion and Ghost and Tabasco pepper plants and of course since I do get a mite late, yellow and red pear, cherry – of both hues – and grape, sangovese’s roma and big-shouldered righteous ‘Mericun slicer tomatoes, with yellow and red bell peppers just ready to sprout, not to mention the ichi ban eggplants and other such delights. And then the weather radio spouts about 40-degree – Fahrenheit! – Saturday and possible severe thunderboomers before and behind…donchajust adore Winter’s first frolic…now comes my thrice-weekly weightlifting game of hauling tender containers of precious comistibles to shelter and such during the sometimes thrice-weekly cold fronts. I may even war socks! Gotta remember to spade the sweet potato patch to rescue any volunteers: the leaves almos all have turned demised so no more salad amendments or steamed veg left there: might as well notice any laignappe hiding in the dirt…’sides, I got okra adn others to put in come later…after spreading green manure and turning it all under. Doncha just glad-breath? Might make waffles to go with my Grade B maple and thick bacon! Ooops, near-forgot: heirloom big red radishes – who’da thunk such a thing…gonna have to let some go to seed. And forget not to make lotsa cuttings from the thirty-year-old rosemary and divide the oregano – again – and consider making pizza – just to keep the oven happy. Cukes and mesclun and courgettes and (zucchini) and other early-spring starters clamor at the back-o’-my-mind. ‘Bout time we had some fun starting ’round here. Oh, yeah, Florida overcame some incipient early selfishness signs and whomped Virginia in The Orange Bowl to end football season ’round these parts until tonight’s Florida State game that is. Glad I made a beer run last week. Oh: I will tune in to the other college games and maybe even a few pro playoffs now that no one goes about kneeling during my anthem…but with UCF, UF, FSU and them done or soonly so, I can await the roundball stuff once again. After I finish the garden’s yelling “do me now!” chores.)

"Quid Discovers A Cousin"

(December 29, 2019)

“reward” gets repeated

and “forbade” gets discouraged:

quid pro quo’s cousin!*

*(Famous political theorist – or was that satirist? – opined: what you wish to discourage you tax, what you wish to encourage you incentivize. Perhaps even a better explanation for why we have taxes at all has yet to find formulation. Sure as hell ain’t to run th’ gubbmint!)