same old, same old

the shock, the fear, is real
(oh no, not this again)
and strikes like a viper

training to be a boxer
and a bold of lightning in the moonlight
(proceed, but with extreme caution)

– the thought taking the shape of sight
and curtains drawn reveal all the words are gone.
Rushing in, shouting, screaming in despair:

I knew it, I knew it, I knew
it – oh let me have the last
year back! Oh but then a sound

that could be nothing but a noun
came shyly from a cloud, and more
nouns came, and verbs emboldened, fell as rain.

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The Annoyance Train Is Clearly By Design

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Maybe it’s just as well this voice
will fly without an encounter
or a chance to fill a vessel
a fellow wanderer carries

on the path trod by few but we
who know the song long sadly worn
and understand Here We Go Again
with the predictable chaos;

interruption-intrusion game
an absolute necessity,
to compete for phantom limelight.
Forced to ask: was this always so?

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some of the bad, some of the good

Reading articles on the internet
about life prior to the internet
had this mustang’s head going nod, nod, nod

especially the smut magazine lines,
as in haywire action in the nerves;
sometimes angels would leave one in the woods.

So the old moratorium arose
or the old moratorium idea,
due to simple sunsets and sunrises;

lasted a good five hours, and by god
a bunch of them codgers hit a bullseye.
Yet. Blogging kitchen poetry is dope.

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Did I just see the light?

in case this blog is yet visible
(I forget why or how I ended up with two that are about the same – sorry for any possible confusion)

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am I having a damascus moment?
after forty years in the wilderness?
suckered in by cocky rock star excess?

This is what happens while exploring words
and investigating Commodity.
I was always a horrible salesman

and conventions felt alien, evil.
Talk about branding always left me cold.
Got a mind to put everything here.

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when they mess with my Holy Book

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On the off chance that I am not the last literature-leaning person on earth to become aware of what is known as #cockygate, I feel lividly motivated to add my mostly unknown voice to the fray. It has roused the ire of this ordinarily live-let-live easygoing gentleman here in these rocky boonies.

Anyone who dabbles as a hobbyist or has achieved a full-time job status in a realm that so much as tickles a relation to the usage of words that happen to fall anywhere on the informative-creative continuum, should consider it chilling that someone is able to legally take possessive ownership of a single word and given power to prohibit anyone else’s use of a single word. This person (and thanks to this person there are more persons aiming to foster a sort of exclusive orgy that illustrates what happens with an indiscriminate mixing of arrogance, entitlement, and stupidity)…

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the great cocky storm cloud kerfuffle

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this might be the working title of the next novella:

The Great Cocky Storm Cloud Kerfuffle

or

The Great Cocky Storm Cloud Extra Cocky Kerfuffle

and will use the pen name, Cocky Timmy Somethingrothr

and the pages will be numbered: cocky page 1, cocky page 2, cocky page 3

same with chapters (for the someday novel-length-in-waiting): Cocky Chapter 1, Cocky Chapter 2….

Signed,

Timmy the sometimes-Cocky Blogging Poet

*this post was inspired by the late learning of what is known as cockygate…. the deranged creature responsible for this idiocy, well, it’s a real piece of work

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cocky cocky cocky (yeah I live under a rock, kinda), just heard about cockygate

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caught a chicken trying to crow.
Yeah just like a chesty cockerel.

A bit like the pre-dawn rising,
found me feeling downright cocky.

I mean as cocky as when young
when I knew naught but cocky struts.

Cocky cocky cocky, oh how cocky.
Heavens! Heavens! Psychos live among us!

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