in two days i and my carry-on luggage

enplane in phoenix

deplane and replane in nashville

deplane in detroit

drive or be driven to toledo ohio

and sink into the intimate embrace of my sweetheart

and we will do what makes the world go round

but

two days prior here

this is one apprehensive traveler

what with all the destabilizing events of late

and i feel the worry build

so

i take out insurance

against my fright

with not booze nor wacky tabacky

nor mindless nor mindful distraction

but rather an attuning of my quantum self

tapping into my many other selves

in this amazing multiverse

and see how they are doing two days hence

and

almost all of them i can sense are fine

in their sweet yet-to-bes

though some had flight delays

and one was not allowed on the plane to nashville

due to flu-like symptoms

none of us ended up in flaming wrecks

nor watery graves

nor hostage situations

therefore

toledo, here i come

(ah

i know

there are those

who doubt that i have done anything

but indulge in a silly mind game

but i have seen in airport bars

“nom yo renge kyo”

and other coping mechanisms

far less rooted

in quantum reality

hey

each to their own

and i to mine

Oh dear: There is a report

That ICE agent Jonathan Ross

Has suffered “Internal bleeding.”

Do you climb stairs, my friend?

Every time you do, you suffer the internal bleeding

That comes with the breaking

Of a dozen or so capillaries.

Internal bleeding is a mundane part of our daily lives.

..

The innocent poet, devoted wife and loving mom

Renée Nicole Good

Suffered Internal, fatal projectile-induced bleeding

And is no more.

Murderous agent Ross

Walked away unscathed

And left the scene of his crime

Even though there was a physician

Begging to be of help.

Let’s bring that soulless murderer to justice

Broken capillaries and all.

To the memory of my beloved friend Karen Marie Wilkinson, Federal Public Defender, and to her colleagues

Call it the Uncivil War,

Or World War Me, if you will.

A guy on his way out

With nothing to lose as Truth and Justice close in

Has decided to double-quadruple-octuple down

On World Domination.

He sends soulless minions to invade

MINNEAPOLIS, can you believe it?

He investigates the decent

Who push back against his indecency.

And, thank God and Heaven and all that is good,

He is increasingly not getting his way

In spite of all the jury-rigging, gerry-rigging,

Minion-recruiting, big-shot conniving,

Misuse, disuse, mega-abusing of the power to preside

At his command.

The good people of Minnesota are standing steadfast.

Prosecutors are quitting his corrupt agenda.

Decent military personnel are standing by,

And have the back of,

Senator Mark Kelly,

As the breathtakingly brave Gabrielle Giffords

Stands staunchly at his side

Like Lady Liberty made flesh.

In the case of the desperate Donald Trump

Versus the United States of America,

The USA is now winning,

And the loser, suckered in by megalomanic ambition,

Is the pathetic liar, thief, and sexual sleaze

Donald John Trump.

May he live many more years

Reaping the karma that he has sown.

“”Sorry, Kid,” says Mr. V-for-Vain-Deadeye, “but if you want to be in our club, you must demonstrate ruthlessness.”

“Killing the military hero in Iran wasn’t enough?”

“Bush league,” says Macho Badass Soddy. “Pun intended.”

“But then I air-struck their nuke place!”

“Ineffective,” says Scheme Jock Ugly. “They still have the stuff. You were suckered.”

Soddy says, “Now, you’re on the right track with the Not-Nice Squad. Have one of THEM kill someone, someone who is not brown or black, and then EVERYONE will fear you. Especially if you let the killer get away with it.”

“If I do, am I in?”

“Put it this way: If you don’t, you don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell.”

..

Unbeknownst to the boys in the clubhouse, Mr. Sheez-Are-They-In-For-A-Surprise was listening remotely. He chuckled with delight. Boys will be boys, after all, but they are no match for a shrewd and patient man. At the right moment he will end all their domination games with one merciless gesture.

it had been years since I had a meal/at the thomas-near-3rd-ave first watch/and last time was good so i gave them another try today

it is darker and less egalitarian now/and i was seated in the back/inferring that the host judged by sight that i was a less preferred member of the clientele

if you order coffee you get a selfserve potful at table/which is a big plus/as is the water decanter next to the glass/but both tell of a reduction of server interaction

gone are the menu items named after saints/but retained is a healthy-eating menu selection

i ordered a “tri-athlete” despite my port lines/and it was a delicious egg white omelette with wonderful dark pulpy mushrooms and onions and mystery cheese/(actually they tell you but I forgot)

coffee excellent/grindable s&p/pico de gallo/sour cream/perhaps worth the expense

more reduction of server interaction in QR code use

but it is a cleaner quicker transaction

..

i am finishing my coffee and will be gone in 5 minutes

speculating whimsically that 5 years from now/non-chaos permitting/the restaurant experience might be had/without even leaving your home

resident robotics and other virtualities prevailing

and it will be as happy or sad/as the youngsters make it/with or without me

Your governance is brought to you by

The Make-A-Racist-Wish Foundation

And its subsidiaries

The Department of Homeland Body Snatchers,

Murderers

& Liars

And

Your friendly and acquisitive Petrocriminal Industry

So Have a Glorious Day

And

Watch Your Ass.

My phone’s Camera has photoediting tools and among them is a nifty enhancer called Portrait Blur. It sharpens the focus on the focal point you choose and the further away from the focal point you get the more automatic blurring takes place.

This gave me an idea for an acrostic poem. Since the word Portrait has eight letters, and Blur has four, my acrostic could have four couplets, and the end-rhyme words would have their last letters be the B, L, U and R of Blur. The illustration would be a switcheroo, with the background in shap focus and the face, the Portrait part, all blurry.

Then my thoughts jumped to the notion of adding the word Self, creating a triple acrostic with Portrait in the middle and Self and Blur as bookends. I might then create a blurry self-portrait and have in the background a still Life with a few of my ceramic birds (I have made dozens) in sharp focus. This would yield the nice possibility of it becoming a psychological self-portrait, with the quirky birds as my alter egos.

So here we are in the blissful throes of creation, with a firm foundation for a work of art and a long way to go to reach fruition. One of the phrases I will tag this post with is “creative process.”

If you look at the attached photo you’ll see a placeholder drawing of cotton swabs, which I use to blend pencil marks for shading and will be handy for blurring as well, and a layout of the Self Portrait Blur acrostic with subject-to-change end rhyme words drab, lab, quail, derail,lieu, caribou, sector, and nectar. If I am a sufficiently nimble wordsmith the resulting poem will have a consistent meter and a theme related to “Self-Portrait Blur,” and when read out loud will not seam like an acrostic at all. My confidence that I will be able to do this is sky-high, because in the last eighteen years I have done it hundreds of times.

I am happy to report that both of my entries to the 62nd Annual Glendale Arts Council Juried Art Show were juried in. Since the first time I successfully entered this show was either 1974 or 1975, I can now say proudly that I have been a part of this prestigious event for more than 50 years. Being a loyal son of my home town of Glendale, Arizona, that means a lot to me.

Acrostic illustration made by the author following the Gabrielle Giffords assassination attempt

Easy as 8, 7, 6

(to the memories of George Floyd, Renee Nicole Good, and Adam Vespoli)

Fourteen years ago today

Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was shot,

Miraculously surviving a gunshot wound to the head.

The assassin had killed six others,

Including a federal judge

And a nine-year-old girl born

On September 11, 2001.

..

Yesterday, January 7,

Self-described Poet, Writer, Wife, Mom

Renee Nicole Good

Was shot by an ICE agent in the face three times

While she was trying to get away in her vehicle

And her wife, Rebecca Good, stood nearby,

Screaming,

Witness to her murder.

..

Five years ago

On January 6

An angry mob whipped up

By outgoing President Donald Trump

Wreaked havoc on the Capitol,

Assaulting Capitol policemen,

Chanting HANG MIKE PENCE!

And otherwise violently attempting to stop

The orderly transition of power.

..

This consecutive cluster of January days

Reveals the evil inherent

In weaponry in the wrong hands,

Including hate speech,

Misuse of the American flag,

And abuse

Of the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

The primary law

That legitimate Law Enforcement Officers

Need to enforce

Is that of the sanctity

Of human life.