Look at it This Way

My mind is a mountain bike

On a super narrow bridge

Above an ultra deep ravine.

My head is in a snow globe,

My ass is in a sling,

My plan is about to renew.

It’s a closed system.

Perfectly balanced.

And all the longitudinal data I deserve.

Time is locally sourced.

Everything is beautiful (in its own special way).

There is no “A” in remote.

Look at it this way.

I tell myself.

Get prepared, worry less.

Hit play.

Watch.

See why.

 

© 2020 Randy Stark

Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

 

Tripping Hazard

PODCAST

Look into the camera lens

And say Hi Guys!

And say Thanks for Watching!

TOUCHLESS ENTRY

Post-pandemic sex.

CATERPILLAR TRANSIT

No fixed route or timetable.

GRIEF

My condolences bundled with your condolences

Baked into my Facebook and your Instagram

Kicks it old-school mourning- and bereavement wise.

TRIPPING HAZARD

We’ve all nearly broke our necks

But since Gramma made it

We have to leave it there.

I’m so sorry, baby. You OK?

UNREST IN MY ANUS

A new twist on the classic

Deadly power struggle.

ROYAL FAMILY

Enablers with daddy issues.

PROGRESS

The more that gets done the more

The unlikelihood of completion increases.

SUPREME HQ

Jesus is our fence.

GUT FEELING

It tears at my heart.

MY NUT

Made it. 😊

ETERNAL LIFE

Limited time offer.

DEATH

Beginning our approach.

© 2020 Randy Stark

Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

Song Before Sunrise

I used to be quite certain about everything.

Bumping Euclid on heavy rotation.

I was self-styled and self-appointed.

Squeezed dark matter so hard light came out

With infinite velocity and total hypotenuse.

A bridge builder, a chairperson, a blue-ribbon commissioner.

Special this, unified that,

Driven by a deep commitment,

Quantum dance hall, quantum dodge ball,

Bipartisan, multicultural, and holy.

People everywhere saying

Let us, my friend, not lack your company.

But when that good early morning loving goes bad

You don’t stand a chance

I remind myself every morning,

The disappointment of having

Lived through the night,

The chronic pain hope is endowed with.

As I rise from the bed

In the dim and utter light

The dog is still sleeping on a pallet of blankets.

Coffee maker cackling to a conclusion.

Crickets who worked graveyard clocking out.

Throwin' down hard right out the gate.

 

© 2020 Randy Stark

Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

 

No Mames Guey

I’m having tea, blowing my nose,

Watching older Primus, newer Puscifer.

The government is shutting down reveals,

He says coming out of the bathroom

To the accompaniment of a carousel organ

As the toilet bowl refills.

Holla at me when you want

To start the conversation.

Opens the fridge with the pizzazz of a magician

Well save my session!

He’s holding something I can’t quite tell.

Frozen pizza is fiber, right?

© 2020 Randy Stark

Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.