Showing posts with label irony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label irony. Show all posts

Sunday, November 02, 2025

2.4930 : 11/1/18 : Buy

Bring me something I can buy
I mean believe if you can take
the irony of putting it that way
I need a hope transfusion
credible and not delusion
and I need to be able to make it pay
and I guess that it's a little bit
better than the old time
brother act depression and rage
but when I boil it down it's
still a lot of what if what if
blame it like a weakling on the age

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Sunday, September 07, 2025

2.4874 : 9/6/18 : Unseen

The long unseen
the ironic
callback
Same dear
best try
land on
same hack

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Monday, December 09, 2024

2.4603 : 12/09/17 : Someone Else's Business

Early rising and not
the ironic kind
and not happy about
the reasons behind
Someone else's business
my too large role in it
Hope to tell by the time
this sees light I'll
have found the hole in it
and busted free
I wish I found my own plank
Something worth
getting up early for
You would surely hear my thanks

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Monday, September 02, 2024

2.4504 : 9/1/17 : Iconic

Don't want to be ionic
clever wise or ironic
keep the goodies in the can
and daydreams about the secret plan

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Wednesday, July 17, 2024

2.4458 : 7/17/17 : Rain Symphony

Rain symphony forever familiar
never remotely the same
nature who will outlive us all
forever wild and never tame
they hunted water in the desert
they prayed for fire to melt the ice
and in the age of heat and more heat
they counted it as gold in price
we'll pray the mighty river does not dry
we'll fight them trying to pipe it to Vegas
and because irony never dies
in many times and places the rain will plague us
I'll tip my head and smile wide
you'll hear no doleful din from me
just the soft tapping on my skin
in the falling of the rain symphony

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Thursday, May 04, 2023

2.4018 : 5/3/16 : What Could

Rise early
unironic and
unhappy with it
fed up
calculated
to the seventh digit
oh sure the
world needs more of me
wrasslin'
the what
could never be

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Thursday, April 13, 2023

2.3998 : 4/13/16 : Crevice

What got lodged
in the crevice
nothing valuable
no reason to get nervous
never getting back
well that's canonical
just like the crevice
and its parables all ironical

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Saturday, November 26, 2022

2.3859: 11/26/15 : For Granted

Take too much for granted
crave a rich portion
in my heart
grip my life in both hands
won't sacrifice for art
Look a little too much
like a patriarch
in a larval stage
Irony is stark
So I'll say my thanks
however I might feel
and leave to silent
prayer
my great appeal

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Tuesday, September 06, 2022

2.3778 : 9/6/15 : White Guilt

I've got that white guilt
I've got entitlement
I've got survivor's guilt
about the environment
I sport on lakes
while kids die in the sea
What do I say
I ain't no refugee
Guilt doesn't help
nobody's buying
not posting that
nor bother replying
barely afloat
in my own way
that's crummy irony
but it's a strange day

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Thursday, June 09, 2022

2.3689 : 6/9/15 : Irony (Endless Axis 422/500)

As such I dish it up
with excess irony
I know this much
this jack stacks up like do re mi
and it repeats
and I repeat myself again
I used to think I was
some troubador slash paladin
and the irony
does not escape me now
I used to think I was
on the scent of Tao

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Thursday, March 10, 2022

2.3598 : 3/10/15 : Time Machine (Endless Axis 331/500)

I sure can't keep this up
if you keep plying the time machine
too much irony
too much jack if you know what I mean
hold out a hand
nobody's stopping this when
fall back on the flow
and repeat again
again again again

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Wednesday, January 20, 2021

2.3184 : 1/20/14 : What Kind

The irony and my story
the 19 year old mind
thinking it has such developed
notions of what kind
It's not regret, second guessing
still self awareness is a mixed blessing
double it, it feels like
It could be critical hit
losing steps right and left
chancing the pendulum pit
these days doom feels imminent
feel dead old; need black tea and liniment
What kind will they say
When I'm the daisy pushing type
Will anyone even remember the hype?

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Wednesday, September 02, 2020

2.3044 : 09/02/13 : Once Upon a Time

What else can I
feeling a worm,
and no man - I
meditate upon
another day
I put my foot down
and the thing
went my way
I want tales and
adventure
not soliloquy
stark and vital
not ironic
or twee
Once upon a time
I hit on a way
to break out
pray for lightning
to strike twice
for my way
to shake out

101 Curious Professions 89: Storyteller

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Thursday, November 28, 2019

2.2766 : 11/28/12 : Priorities

Are you trying to tell me something
about priorities
I said they'd come first but I
can't get to them
that's some exquisite irony
I could use a little help here
The Path's anything but clear
can you even relate to fear
Without a wheel I cannot steer
And here I am
at a remove discussing
my priorities
Speaking to air
inside my head
craving just a taste of my old certainty

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Monday, September 16, 2019

2.2693 : 9/16/12 : Forget

If I could oh
really forget myself and tomorrow
What a proof against
a world of sorrow
I said I'd do it
this very day
isn't what I always say
why the looking in
What am I seeking
why looking ahead
I can't shake this sneaking
feeling it all comes to fear
and lashing out at ghosts
to forget the only antidote
ironic what I fear the most

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Tuesday, August 27, 2019

2.2673 : 8/27/12 : Virtual

Like some irony
virtual memory loss
From the imaginary
other thing in a long list
Of things I don't do anymore
list just keeps growing longer
hardly know what it's for

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Saturday, June 29, 2019

2.2614 : 6/29/12 : Labor

The labor is not ending
no matter how sick
I am of defending
what seems self-evidently
necessary
Look have you ever
seen a deader canary?
That canary is deceased
it has expired
it fell for the last time
off its wire
it's an ex-canary
it's passed right on
it's kicked the bucket
the canary is gone
but that is not the labor
and I'm wasting air
ironically the very
thing we had to repair

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Wednesday, June 05, 2019

2.2590 : 6/05/12 : Food of the Gods

Stick it in
your horn and blow it
grasp the nettle
by the horns
and throw it
onto the bonfire
of the bell curve sods
little suspecting
I'm being fed the food of the gods
I know it looks like
I'm destinationless, lost
the bloom is faded
then killed by a hard frost
however potent
it cannot return death to living
the food of the gods
so next time I'll be more forgiving
I can't imagine
what tomorrow brings at all
I can't be bothered
to resist the mundane thrall
the irony is
I'll be shocked with all the rest
the Food of the Gods
such a simple
trick has put me to the test

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Wednesday, April 10, 2019

2.2534 : 4/10/12 : Pierre (Mt. Metaphor 3/58)

I guess we must have
gone through Pierre
capital city
on our beginning of the end
tour
how little I remember
how time has fled
but I'll slow down time
for my dream instead
drive along the river
see the fort
hit the war memorials
call the thing a vacation
of some sort
send a half ironic postcard
says wish you were here
kill half a day
and get out of Pierre

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Monday, January 21, 2019

2.2454 : 1/21/12 : Light

Ironically the problem
maybe how I'm
pressing light into my eyes
ironically coherent
in the sense of being
full of very pretty lies
Half failing half succeeding
I could be worse but I'm not good
and my eyes are basting
in this light
if you've got anything to tell me
I really wish you would

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