From an ornate podium
the orator spoke words--
..extraordinarily elaborate ones..
as if,
as if

But those who know..
we who have  laid low,
down in to the trenches
as grunts, both  outside
and inside  

    of the wire..

Those who have  quietly
done their legwork..
who have accepted their
difficult fate  as that   borne  of
and in to,  a training..  an equipping;
lay low,
lay low

.   .   .   .  

The throngs
at the foot of the podium--
mesmerized by their own  need
to be mesmerized,  never even
   noticed the children
who  in their innocence,  peered
out from under the crowd's legs

to better see the 'magnificent' podium..

The oldest of which, ran back to trenches
trying to describe what they saw.
Two of the quiet, unassuming-ones
made their way back to the podium,  
and in blocking out the orator's voice,
(which  to the  knowing,
was  as that of a clanging bell..)

Now observed up close, the inner-workings
of the elaborate podium
and sat in  wonder of its expenditures--
wrapped around such  slipshod,   weak
and hastily assembled framework..

And in having become interested in the
structure's groundedness to what one
would hope would be  a solid-built
foundation, placed onto solid, earthen ground
They instead gasped as they saw its
legs floating upon nothing..

"What the **** is holding this thing up..?"

War-trained and battle-hardened,
they remembered their superiors speaking
in hushed tones that even ******, with all
of his blowhard oratorical *******,   at least

had a semblance of the podium's fastenings..

Albeit, partially assembled by our own country's
stupidity within certain provisions brought forth
in the Treaty of Versailles,

   but this
   but this;

This oratorical misleading of the broken-ones
this empty illusion of a presentation,  borne
not  from a suffering  leading to true regeneration
but instead, a distractive short-cut into the Realms;
   This counterfeit substance..
as if borne in power,    as if..  as if.

    .. But the realms.. they know

It is only those down here on earth,  spirit
cloaked within the deceptive misgivings
of the flesh-- so aching to establish itself
apart  from the necessary legwork needed
to humbly become a part of Stream's flow:
(borne,  solely from the inner Wellspring--  deep
within the bowels of Love's True Ache)..


It is here.. on earth..  that you will find
the reward you seek..  oh wondrous orator,
oh magnificent 'smither' of fine words..

   Your podium, a whitewashed soapbox
   floating upon nothing..


--And therefore meaning   nothing
within the Substance-Based parameters  
    of the Realms.

morning my grandfather wheels with one hand his chair and with the other dips a net into the many tops of a pool.  he taps the rim of the net on the walk to better appraise the wet calf legwork of a grasshopper.  he lets the net touch bottom then releases it wholly to its listening.  he will avoid feeling like the net and instead allow his hands their errancy to the tugged down caps of invisible boys.  a healthier man, a more nervous man, would smoke.

he rolls his sleeves and can better see dropped pipes, freed hammocks.  an ant in the low, upturned hill of his elbow makes for his palm and is quickly there and lost.  not today, but others, he has heard children skin their knees at which point houses appear for them to enter.  

from the chair he lifts his forgotten buttocks and they hold for only a moment their dream of sitting.  he circles then the  cement sides of the pool and then it’s dark.  so dark that when he is visited by two bright shoes he believes they are alone and so ties them underwater.

parse and praise the phrase,
checkerboard fraction,
appréhendé immédiatement,
a poem title!
put aside to marinate,
stamped "will not expire,"
doing the research legwork,
**** it is a real thing!

toujours,
where the best words and titles come from,
if one listens well
romantic notions swell the chest,
all the love affairs over so many decades,
all checkerboard games
with Kings a-crowning and Queens a-moaning,
poet, no way, never planned ahead,
always lost by a fractious split,
more than a fractional loss,
losing
most triumphantly!

each lover took and left a fraction behind,
a numerator, a denominator, never a whole number,
for then there would be no poetry need

you want,
have need for
une idée fixe
whom I should be, but i could be a
multiple choice answer
a three scoop ice cream treat,
or perhaps, a mix of forty favorered flavors
a new one,
chaque coup,
why not?

our first disagreement
both of us wish to nominate the other to be the nominator

the denominator is a definition of what is the whole
because i am gracious,
foolish and less than whole
already
I concede cause I am in already in retreat,
conceding comes supernaturally nowadays,
so move me forward on the checkerboard
and triple jump me, and any way
I am pas de nom
we close today with an American
yay...

The routine started, and
the world around me stopped.

Intricate arm and legwork
carefully layered to create a
smooth rhythm. She moved
in time with the music,
she was the music;
her body a vital instrument
for this Dream Girls song.

She was a vision--
captivating,
liberating,
invigorating--

my head spun
with every pirouette;
heart leapt
with her graceful jumps.

A great love radiated
from her entire being.
I saw it in her eyes as she danced.

I felt it in my heart as she danced.

It used to be a non-stick pan.
But then came usage. Wear and tear,
The scratches from a fork that you use to test the temperature of your spaghetti stack up.
Eventually you have the whites of eggs,
The sauce from beans and the crackling from pork crackling hugging the thing.
**** you don’t need, **** that no one wants,
**** that can’t be organized into anything but drain food without some major legwork.
Now imagine an occupation in which this non-stick-frying-pan-reorganisation-legwork was all that was needed to get a cheque.
And artists wonder why they can’t turn a cent.

Nauseating persiflage pontification
by aeolists with hollow minds,
it's a zugzwang situation,
so stuck among the prolix.

Panglossians in one ear
pessimists in the other,
a hiraeth longing for hygge,
yet stuck in the social mire.

Nonneutonian fluid vacuum,
imminent immersion of initiatives,
halting inundation of discerning,
heading toward a humming flat line.

Suddenly I adimpleate, with joy,
an archetypal suggestion floats in the air,
I excuse myself from the aretalogers,
and hunt the primordial source.

With legwork and inquest,
here and there on the scene,
I am defeated, misfortune,
alas, absorbed back into the quagmire.

Big white shoes swing wide
While small dog struggles to keep
Up with mincing steps

let's do it, i said
i'm a bona fides reprobate
let's call up the dead
arouse Mother Fate

we dressed ourselves purple
like butterflies and birds
sat in a circle
said all the words

in mix of drama and derring-do
we painted a pentagon in electric blue
lit red candles and turned down the light
and waited and waited the whole --- night

then just before dawn
as i stifled a yawn
as if in a blur
i saw something stir

at first I thought
'twas imagination
but then i was sure
it was a visitation

the hairs stood up on the back of my neck
my heart beat faster as i thought 'what the ----'
my arms 'n legs froze as if inert,
though all o' my senses were really alert

inky, metallic, with glinting eyes
hooded, unworldly, as if taken by surprise
air of sinister, darker affairs,
unaware of all our fixated stares

it came on slowly, unsure at first,
then started forward, as if coerced
as if beckoned by unseen power,
by spirits o' nefarious witching hour

black and hardened were its wings
fixed on its back like two locked springs
a mouth vacant with open pincer
with an odd click like meat-mincer

bamboozled by the circle of candles
the black anthropoid walked around in angles
traced the floor as if driven berserk
the peremptory beetle with fastidious legwork

a factoid known by a pitiful few
beetles are attracted to colour light blue
and when aided by a scented taper
are apt to go on a pre-dawn caper

The ground runs sideways,

like the legwork of a tide carried

away by flowers.

Peopled stems that say it's all a

blur--gain ten pounds of

moonlight when they clarify.

Wearing the look of a spoiled

surprise party.

It's a long-held rumor that Einstein bought his time-machine
from a door-to-door time-machine salesman;
what in ur day would be a watch salesmen,
but who carries watches nowadays unless they're stolen
like that guy in the raincoat who's an undercover narc;
No, Einstein did not buy a second-hand, hardly used Time-Machine (patent pending) from the Time-Machine salesman although the guy put in his legwork & more than met his quota just going up & down the block ... Einstein building his own machine as will be well documented in his home laboratory; the device has since been lost to time
as is Einstein (the skull preserved
at Princeton that of the time-machine salesman
who knew very well what he was getting into
playing poker w/ quantum physicists ... what did he think would happen?

The sun prolonged the overture,

two red carnations facing his face,

his body lying on white satin.
Waxy and cold,

My face tilts toward the corpse,
no longer here, yet definitely present.

What is this feeling?

And is there a being,

or is this the swan song for his soul?

If there ever was a soul,

If there ever was an everlasting spirit,

that drives this car,
then crashes into stone,

stays alive,
but not its vehicle—

by far, it’s him alone

who continues the journey

by prudent legwork.
And as he lies there straight,

i see his pale face,

knowing that this is the farewell,

yet he’s not there to listen to goodbye—

Or is he?

Accept the two carnations, Dad,

and rest on that white satin.

Back up to lahsa


Between los Angeles jurisdiction and Ventura the next point of possible experience is the connection between los Angeles and Ventura Catholic charities

However los Angeles must draft to and staff Ventura at its own cost in time request and legwork to add to the fold of the Catholic charities while improving its own violations involved in thousand oaks and food share

Removal of data based excluding liberty such as those not shut down at Lutheran and harbor House

Removal of all obstructions and barriers to free speech

The main street in Ventura still functions in a limited capacity of tourism in its floundering legislature begging for subsidy which is non existent

Commerce cannot travel in fraudulently legislated bills
Banks hold no Treasury notes from these attempts to measure perceived worth

#cagovernor #mayorofla #aoc #elizabethwarren #nytimes #washingtonpost #latimes #dailymirror #bbcnews #ctvnews

2 gals and guy exit coffee shop morning routine
Approach foi grois teal sponged eraser filmed suv downsized compact city parking lot approvable vehicle

4th guy with day backpack exits with day backpack on

Rotation of seats and self approval reflection

4th guy is now the front seat response to change

Isolation quarantine paralysis

The vehicle has purchased the lives again

It has suffering will to grow
Yet the commercial appeal with success and familiarity is permanent
And without contraption?

There the passage of history wanders to nowhere

Antithetical add campaign

These are real yuppies

Caucasian affluent crimes

Technically sexually active in the cellphone cluck spend historical participation of life board game yet no need for more life cycles

Earth nutures

Hope the mission contact is message.....

Using alternate donation phone until lifeline replacement phone is available again. All legwork and outreach stuff you know.  Without leg work there is no point.  So are you able to refer me to the check in list at the Newbury Park overnight shelter or is the negotiated agreement still overthinking?

I'm so experienced at this point the senior citizens just told me to get on with my own census and point in time messages with the database people having just entered the local economy

The recession is still thriving

The mortgage debacle was over 15 years ago

Past homeless people jump ahead in waiting list position
Become homeless coordination of
More homeless people